Before we rushed out of doors--carried away by the miraculous spring thaw, I meant to blog a bit about the things we were doing to pass the last few weeks of winter. That time when the snow has deteriorated to nothing more than slush, ice and piles of crusty, dirty, gnarled masses along the sidewalks and roads, and we are forced to seek the shelter of home and fire for a time. I hate to sound like a boastful mama, but my kids are just amazing! They dug out the paints, papers, puzzles and supplies. The boxes of buttons, bobbles, beads and scraps saved for just such creative surges and went to work! I was worried when Santa decided to bring a video game (Wii) into our house this last Christmas. But you know, they hardly touch the thing. We have never had video games or fancy cable channels and have even had periods with no TV at all. One would think children so deprived would flock around such a new-fangled device when there was nothing else to do. But, I am proud to say that they did not. I am grateful beyond measure for children who are 100 times more creative, imaginative, artistic and expressive than their parents. Sometimes we wonder where these little geniuses came from. Then we remember, oh ya, heaven!
Quote of the
Day: "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." --Pablo Picasso grown-up and artist
Like the cat who finds the one small patch of sun drenched carpet to take her nap, I too follow the sun. Today is the first day of Spring! This last week has brought me more joy than any woman should have at something so simple as the changing of the seasons. The kids feel it too. There is something primitive, instinctual about the spring thaw. I can feel it deep inside myself. The temperatures that sent us running for cover last Fall, now seem refreshing, rejuvenating, revitalizing (it isn't hard to alliterate 're' words!). Boots are traded for sandals. Heavy coats and wooly hats are happily left dangling from their hooks, not quite ready to be packed away just yet. Sleds are pushed further and further to the back of the garage as we dig for bikes, scooters, skates and chalk. Is rebirth too strong a word? That is how I feel, reborn! I sit on the porch soaking up the warmth and breathing in the life, the green that I know is there waiting just under the ground for that perfect moment to emerge. It happens every year. Yet the miracle never ceases to amaze me. With the memory of cold and dark so fresh in my mind, the blue sky and temperate air seems almost like an hallucination. I know from experience that we are not completely rid of Old Man Winter just yet which makes it all the more imperative that I bask, delight and appreciate Mother Nature today. All I can say is that I am love, Love, LOving it!
Quote of the Day: "Be yourself, everyone else is already taken."
Ok, sorry, that title was misleading. This will not be an ode, but the story really is about a toilet and I like rhyming. Last week I had my regular monthly "date" with a girlfriend. A couple of us went to her house to visit, vent, validate and revitalize. It's cheaper than therapy, and gives the toddlers a place to master the fine art of sharing, and moms a place to show off their carefully honed diversionary tactics! Skills that will certainly come in handy if we ever have to form our own militia. We had even a third objective in this gathering, however, and that was to see Brenda's new lavatory. It is a beauty! With just a gentle touch of the lid, this incredible contraption closes slowly, steadily & silently all by its little self. No, I am not kidding. There we stood, three grown women, encircled about the toilet, oohing and aahing as if it were a newborn. I have had similar experiences over stainless steel refrigerators, wainscoting, a really good hair cut and tile flooring. I thought to myself, "Wow girls, we need to get out more!" but I said, "Oh ya, this is making my blog!" Real life, real women, real necessity and real pleasure at another's good fortune. The fact of the matter is that the old toilet caused a great deal of unpleasantness in the daily life of this young mother. As her friends we empathized in her plight and were happy to share in her delight at the hassle-free appliance. Bearing in sadness & sharing in gladness, isn't that what its all about? And you thought it was the hokey-pokey. Actually that will get you through some pretty tough times too!
Quote of the Day: "I get by with a little help from my friends."