Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Dirty Feet are Happy Feet

I think being outdoors has always been a part of my life. My infant and toddler years were spent in sunny San Diego.  Many of my early days found us at the beach. I am told that my parents turned the playpen upside down on top of me, creating a bit of a cage, protecting me from the sun and preventing what would have likely been frequent attempts at escape. I happily played in the sand while my bottle, wrapped in aluminum foil, sat warming on a rock near the fire.  
The remainder of my "growing up" years were spent in northern California. The mild climate afforded children the luxury of many blissful hours of outdoor play.  An extravagance that seems to be disappearing. Days were whiled away digging in the dirt, climbing trees, fences and rocks, catching bugs, skipping rope, and just enjoying the natural part of our corner of suburbia.  When the streetlights came on we begrudgingly dragged ourselves home, barefooted, bedraggled and begrimed, warranting the nightly admonition rarely needed nowadays to "wash your feet before bed."
As we got older the recreation became slightly more structured, but no less enjoyable.  The Sierra Nevada Mountains and the Mendocino and Redwood Forests became our playgrounds. Hiking, camping and fishing kept us busy all day and ensured an appetite sufficient for even the most burnt of Dad's offerings and a sound night's sleep.  Quality gear was either less available or less affordable back then, so we usually made do with what we could dig up at the Army Surplus store.  We lugged around huge metal canteens, slept in leaky canvass tents and stopped frequently to patch blisters caused by salvaging last year's tennis shoes for hiking.  Yards of medical tape and moleskin were expended and provided a patchwork of stories on our feet to tell of our adventures.  I had the privilege of connecting to the earth and to myself through my natural surroundings at an early age. It was natural that I would do my best to pass that along to my children.
Hunky Hubby and I have to work more diligently than our parents ever had to to ensure that our children are raised with adequate time in the sun. The draw of technology, no matter how we limit it, is strong.  Schoolwork demands more of their home time than ours ever did. I do know that the best model is Mom and Dad.  We have to get out there with them.  Not too hard. So the dishes and the vacuuming go undone sometimes.  So what?  I'm busy raising kids!
Quote of the Day: "You must love the crust of the earth on which you dwell more than the sweet crust of any bread or cake; you must be able to extract nutriment out of a sand heap."
--Henry David Thoreau author, poet, naturalist

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Da Doo Re Run Run Part III

I promise that when I get a chance to slow down, I will start writing again (I originally spelled this "righting" Sheesh, I AM losing it!)  The last couple of weeks I have been running about like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off.  Speaking of chickens I believe I will be building a coop this weekend.  Post for another day.  This week though for some reason I have had one thing on my mind...Hunky Hubby!  Yep, I know, can't get that cutie outta my brain.  I just marvel some days that after nearly 20 years together, we still really like each other.  Twenty years seems like a long time when you are young, but I feel like we are finally just starting to get to know each other! One line from a song that I am rather fond of pronounces, "When I wrap my arms around you, every mistake we've made crumbles."  I guess that is what love is all about.  So for re-run number three I revisit a little incident that threatened, even if only briefely, the state that we affectionately call marital bliss, yet ended with us laughing and loving--mostly!

Friday, April 3, 2009

Da Doo Re Run Run Part II

I am having that breakdown after all.  Mild.  But it is here. Yes, that photo is from today and yes, I just ate a half a bag of candy that I found hidden in the kitchen from my birthday.  I am considering consuming the batch of cookies that I burnt last night. It was the last batch and when they were done I shut the oven off but did not take the cookies out! They are only dark brown, not black, so they are probably ok. Does anyone have a jack-hammer I could borrow to get them off the cookie sheet? Needless to say, re-run # 2 is for me more than anything.  Just remembering this post makes me smile, fills my heart with gratitude for life's little lessons and makes me want to follow the yellow brick road all the way home, even if it is in snowboots not ruby slippers!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Da Doo Re Run Run, Da Doo Re Run

Apparently 50 was the magic number.  The girl who generally will not shut up, has nothing left to say.  But I feel some obligation (only to myself of course) to keep my 2 cents in circulation.  So think of this as a re-run.  Or as they now say, "Encore Presentation!"  The general public obviously feels less cheated when we use even overtly transparent euphemisms. "Previously owned" is another personal favorite.  Maybe you could think of it as a "Best of" or "Top 10". Maybe you don't even read me and move on to someone who actually has something to SAY!  I am just giving you a choice is all. If you feel like making a comment, please do it on this post rather than the oldie where I will likely never find it!  And now...our feature presentation....