ruby -- happy 10-1/2!
my day in one word 01.25.12 celebrate.
Always loving a good reason to celebrate. Today, Miss Ruby turned 10-1/2, a day before M’s birthday. And, hooray, more baking!
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my day in one word 01.21.12 questions.
How is that I can see something practically every day and never really notice it?
How is it possible that one of my offspring can find recreation in spending half of a Saturday morning taking math and science tests?
What is it with bling on little girls’ clothes?
Did I ever know how to rollerskate? Was I good at it?
When was the last time I had a shot of tequila? A shot of anything?
Are wine and chocolate really good for you? Does it matter? What about canned tuna?
When did my second born become such a wise-ass? Was it gradual? How did I miss it until now?
How often do I base decisions on needing to be liked?
Should I have chosen a more conventional career?
Should I let the dog eat french fries?
Do I really need all these books?
When will I feel like a grown-up? Do the other grown-ups feel like grown-ups?
my day in one word 01.20.12 flip-flops.
…as in, I can’t believe I’m wearing flip-flops in January.
my day in one word 01.16.12 space.
Creating space in preparation for the journey ahead. Always grateful.
my day in one word 01.15.12 page.
I have just realized that when I say I want us to be on the same page, what I really mean is I want us to be on my page.
my day in one word 01.14.12 Saturday.
Attuned to the Saturday energy today — relaxed morning, then house cleaning and shopping. And all day it felt like Saturday. Do you know what I mean? It’s kind of like having a birthday that doesn’t feel like a birthday. My schedule is fairly flexible and I can clean house and shop any day of the week and there are many days when all of us are home at the same time, but those random days lack the Saturday energy. And then there are even some Saturdays that just don’t feel like Saturdays. But this time Saturday felt just like Saturday.
my day in one word 01.13.12 edge.
Whenever I drive with the gas warning light on, sample an unwashed grape at the supermarket, drink tap water, eat a fast food fry or perform some similar daring feat, teen boy commends me for living on the edge. He amuses himself with this notion for most of the day. “Wow, there you go again with more living on the edge,” he’ll say.
my day in one word 01.12.12 new.
New year. New ideas. And new look — thanks to her.
my day in one word 01.11.12 wall.
It’s a memory I’ve returned to many times. My second boy was nearly 2 and seemed to be born thinking deep thoughts. One night we were laying on his bed after ready a story and he was gazing intently at the wall. Much time passed, so much time that I actually began to fidget. He was already very articulate, so it occurred to me this was the perfect opportunity to unlock his thoughts and discover what was in the mind of my great thinker.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked while bracing myself for a solution to some previously unsolved mystery of the universe and wishing I had something to write on.
“The wall,” he said, still not looking at me.
“The wall?” Seriously?
“The wall. I’m thinking about the wall,” he confirmed.
I’ve had many days since where I wished I could look at the wall and see only the wall — metaphorically speaking, I often see everything but the wall. Today was one of those days.
my day in one word 01.10.12 annoyed.
Annoyed with the driver who continued to honk at me because I wouldn’t turn left at the intersection while school kids were crossing the street. And I mean really annoyed — like a series of expletives that both shocked and entertained my daughter in the backseat kind of annoyed. Then annoyed with a situation at my son’s school where it really is just a matter of the adults paying attention. Annoyed at myself for being annoyed. Why do I let certain things get to me? Then remembered compassion and tried not to be annoyed with myself for forgetting about it because I don’t think the compassion was lost — just buried under all that annoyance.
