Saturday, March 29, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I stepped out onto the deck to take this video of the snow coming down. I was intending to think up something to say about how tired we are of snowstorms, but it is kind of pretty, and at the end of the pan I spotted something.
I zoomed in and had a stare-off with these guys before they trotted away.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Then yesterday Jeff and I came back from his swimming lessons to find the piano taken all apart because Larry spilled a glass of water into it while he was giving lessons to Sharon’s boys Dominic and Julian. Since the lessons were cancelled Sharon said she was going to head over to the store to get shoes for Dominic since he would be starting track tomorrow. What’s this? I turned to Tim and asked him if he had considered participating in track. He shrugged and said he’d like to but didn’t think we’d be able to get him home from practice. With Sharon still standing there we started working on a way to share the driving responsibilities. I told Timmy there’s always a way to figure these things out, he should at least ask. Next thing you know Tim is headed to the store with them and three $20 bills in his pocket to buy running shoes.
Since it was getting late I helped Jeffrey get ready for bed, I knew he was tired because he’d come downstairs in the night complaining that he’d had a bad dream, which is unusual for him. With Tim out of the house it was a good chance to give Jeffrey all my attention, and maybe figure out what might be bothering him enough to cause nightmares. We snuggled down into the cave of his lower bunk bed, and he told me about the dreams he sometimes has, such as being chased by animals. Is he watching too many of those nature shows on T.V? I ask Jeff to tell me about other dreams he sometimes has, it’s interesting to know what’s churning in that sweet little head of his. He tells me a couple more, probably edited to protect himself from possible TV program restrictions, and then comes up with this: “One time I dreamed I was TIM. But it wasn’t like I was him, it was me, but in his body, you know what I mean?” Yes, I do. We giggled at the silliness of that and then I kissed him goodnight.
Later on Tim came back from the shopping expedition, handing me just a couple of crumpled up dollars as change. Sharon said she was glad that Dominic still fits into junior sizes, they are much less expensive. I thanked Sharon as she left and then Tim showed me his new purchase. Size nine and a half! He told me they were on sale, the original price was much more!
After Tim went up to bed, happy from his shopping and excited about starting something new the next day, I picked up those garish shoe monsters and put them by his backpack. How could a child of mine have such big feet? Wait a minute…I glanced around, and then, just to see, slid my foot in.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Easter is early this year. Easter is always the 1st Sunday after the 1st full moon after the Spring Equinox (which is March 20). This dating of Easter is based on the lunar calendar that Hebrew people used to identify Passover, which is why it moves around on our Roman calendar. Based on the above, Easter can actually be one day earlier (March 22) but that is pretty rare. Here's the interesting info. This year is the earliest Easter any of us will ever see the rest of our lives! And only the most elderly of our population have ever seen it this early (95 years old or above!). And none of us have ever, or will ever, see it a day earlier! Here are the facts:
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sometimes there’s not as much to talk about, such as when money is tight due to a change in job circumstances. When I was off from work I would often only have to offer the thought of: “Well I’d like a new kitchen floor someday.”
That floor did bother me. It was the vinyl roll-out kind that came with the house. Bright white with little dents that filled up with dirt and would never be clean again, no matter how hard I’d scrub. And a long scuff right across from the dishwasher, there since we moved in. A rip in front of the fridge from the time something sharp and heavy came tumbling out. Every crumb and dirty footprint could be seen from across the room. Better houses don’t have this kind of floor, they have tile, or slate, or wood, or something that looks like wood. Premium.
Well now that money is flowing in again it was possible to realize the dream of the new kitchen floor. First we had to pick something out: hello conversation topic! We finally settled on a new type of flooring material; it’s a composite that looks like a tile or slate, with acrylic grout. A few weeks ago the work crews came and installed the new floor. The last step is to put in the moldings to cover the gaps around the edges. Larry is working on doing that.
Meanwhile, people have been coming over to the house, for whatever reason, and of course they remember and say: “Oh the new kitchen floor!” And then we stand there and look at it while they try to think of something to say. After all, it’s just a floor, there’s not that much to get excited about. So I offer a helpful commentary: “It resists scuffs and scratches, and the grout is non-permeable!” Which brings about a round of “Very nice, big improvement” and then we can move on to talking about something else.
Does the new floor make me happy? No, it’s just a floor and cannot bring happiness. But the old, bad floor that was disturbing me is now gone. So it’s better.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Missy has the right idea. Find a sunbeam and take a nap.
In our town we have a municipal well and the water is an awful orangish-brown color. So we run it through a softener in the basement and then a filter in the refrigerator. At least it looks better. But who knows what is still in there, the filters don't get it all. The water quality report that we get in the mail always says that the levels of arsenic present are just fine, hardly any in there at all, not to worry.
A person could just go crazy thinking about this stuff and in the end there is nothing you can do about it. All I know is for some reason all the children of the world automatically know that if they need a drink of water when they are already in bed it has to come from the faucet in the kitchen, all the way across the house, NEVER the bathroom sink, no way, kitchen only.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
There are a few technical items that I want to tell you about. You might have noticed that I've made a few changes to this blog. For example, when you try to leave a comment you now have to read and type some mysterious-looking letters. This is to prove that you are a human and not a machine. The last thing I wanted to do was to make it harder to leave a comment (I love getting comments) but the last few posts turned up with a short comment with a link that caused everyone's virus protection to kick in. Thanks to Patty, for alerting me to that. Blog Spam. It's so sad that there are people out there doing bad things. Luckily, through technology we can stay one step ahead!
Also, I have been experimenting with RSS (Real Simple Syndication.) That is how I got the titles to my friend's latest postings to show up in the sidebar. I have also figured out how to collect all of the blogs that I like into a reader using RSS, it's a great way to keep track of what's new out there. It's the new thing in blog reading. You just set up a page such as My aol, or google reader, and then go to blogs you like and click on the little orange symbol for the RSS feed. You will see that I added that symbol, also now on the sidebar, through feedburner. That is also how you can subscribe to this blog if you want it emailed to you, in case you find that convenient.
And then there's the map of my brain, that's just for fun. Interestingly, Melinda turned up with a different scan than Mindy. You can click on it and then add a scan of your brain to your blog. I'll exchange that with other fun stuff when I come across it.
Wait, did you say you don't have a blog? What are you waiting for? Don't even tell me you don't have time, I'll show you to Heather and then you tell me who's busier. If you write one, I will read it. And in case you need a better reason than that: Blogging Boosts Your Social Life. There. Enough tech stuff, and peer pressure. If you've found any cool things out there in cyberspace, let me know, and I'll add them here.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
We lived in a big beautiful mansion, got dressed up to go out on the town, sang songs before we were served a lovely meal;
stayed up late into the night talking (in our pajamas)and kept on arranging ourselves for a group picture.
It was good to do it all again, for a weekend.