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I’ve been cleaning house this summer, and as I clear out my books, one of the things I’ve noticed is that I have an extraordinary number of self-help books. I’m not talking a few, I’m talking dozens. I’ve probably invested many hundreds of dollars, possibly thousands, in these little tomes of wisdom over the years. Continue reading
It occurred to me recently that I was becoming “that lady.” The crazy middle-aged lady who does or says whatever comes to mind, whenever it comes to mind, heedless of the consequences. Continue reading
My little boy loves the water and regularly lobbies Ernie Hemingway and me for a pool in our yard. That will never happen, as we’ve both had lots of adventures caring for in-ground pools and don’t care to add to our tally, but as a concession we’ve designed a motley water slide path involving his play set slide, a blow-up wading pool, and a Slip ‘n Slide. Continue reading
I’m just going to put it out there: I’m prejudiced. Now, before you go getting your panties all in a twist, I’m not talking about the Donald Sterling type of prejudice, or even the Mark Cuban type of prejudice. I’m talking about garden variety prejudices, the kind every single human being on the face of this earth has.
We are all prejudiced in one way or another. We all have preconceived notions, feelings of like or dislike for someone or something, especially when it is not reasonable or logical. Continue reading
The Charles River snakes through the southern part of my town, approximately three-quarters of a mile from my front door. On the western side of the bridge is a small waterfall, the size of which belies the fury of the water tumbling over. One the eastern side is a calm in which an observer can lose themselves watching the pattern of the current. Continue reading
Last night Ernie Hemingway and I had a free night. A night without children. The Boy was with my parents for a sleepover, and the youngest daughter was off visiting a friend in Boston and doing whatever it is young twenty-somethings do these days. The antics of my youth seem tame in comparison to some of the stuff I hear about now, but I digress.
We had the annual fund raiser at The Boy’s school last night, a fun evening for which the parents get all gussied up and go drink wine and beer and bid what we hope are absurdly large amounts of money for items drummed up for donation by the two awesomely amazing women who co-chair the event.
It was a fun night, and we got to schmooze with a lot of people we wouldn’t otherwise have a chance to meet, as our kids are not in the same grade. It was nice for the parents who are not doing drop-off and pick-up on a daily basis to have the opportunity to meet and talk with other parents. It was lovely to see everyone dressed up in their finery instead of in jeans, yoga pants or sweatpants, with hair and makeup done, their faces bright and expectant instead of tired and wanting just a few more minutes before the alarm goes off.
The best part of the night, however, was the hours after the auction. Ernie Hemingway and I got to be just “us” for a few hours, no place we needed to be, nobody we needed to pick up, nobody waiting at home for us. We got to sleep by ourselves for a full night instead of experiencing the normal routine of The Boy coming in to snuggle at 5:00 am each morning. We got to wake up by ourselves and talk about things we wanted instead of having to leap out of bed to make somebody else breakfast, get somebody else dressed or bring somebody else to school.
Last night reminded me of the myriad reasons I love my husband, reasons that often get obscured as we rush through the daily grind of life, barely seeing one another some days except for a few minutes at night when we fall, exhausted, into bed. My husband and I got to spend twenty-four hours together being one another’s best friend and confidante, instead of only being one another’s partner in family management.
It was heavenly.
Happy day five of the Ultimate Blog Challenge! Happy Saturday! Happy April 5th! Happy whatever it is you might be celebrating today!
You can sense a theme here. I’m having a happy day. A party day. I woke up refreshed and rested after a full eight hours of sleep. Yes, you read that correctly. I – mother of a 6 year-old boy, a/k/a perpetual motion machine – got eight hours of sleep last night. I feel like a million bucks, and I woke up happy and energetic for the first time in I can’t remember how long. I was up at 7am making pancakes, for freaks’ sake. It feels as if I could conquer the world today. I plan to do just that. Continue reading
I live in a the suburbs of Boston. The area in which I live sits nestled at the apex of four towns, three of which have a lot farmland and open space. Wildlife is rampant. It is a common occurrence for traffic to be halted as a wild turkey – or six – decide to cross from the farm behind my house to the woods on the other side of the busy commuting road. More often than not, when I look out the doors to my back deck, I will find the turkeys that live in my woods perched up on our stone wall. Continue reading