I love you, but please go away. The cold, too. I thought I moved South? This is looking more like a Boston March at the moment. I really appreciated the sleet, rain and hail yesterday. So much so, that I remained in bed all day. Of course the doubled over lower bellyache lent to that, too. But I enjoyed reading an actual book. A couple of chapters anyway. And watching Dirty Harry, and Pretty in Pink. I love Ducky. It made my day. Yes, I went for it.
Toots’s birthday party is at the end of the week, and I have serious work to do in the backyard. Serious work. My plots are overgrown with things I didn’t plant. I want to get the spring peas in, and there’s a lot of Lucy poop scooping, too. It’s been a mostly cold and long winter.
So, please, Rain, can you take this week’s forecast, and skeedaddle? Please?
It would help make for a really fun princess baseball birthday party.
One overwrought mother with no sunny window in sight.
My friend and I carpooled up to Williamsburg and saw all kinds of lovely blooming things along the way. I saw some gorgeous redbuds. I was too transfixed by their purple purple blooms along dark bark before they disappeared sans camera to my eye. Some magnolias are just stunning now, too. Forsythia is turning from yellow bursts to green. But here’s another cherry tree speeding by:
And then I thoroughly edited a single chapter, Chapter Eleven of somewhere above thirty. Don’t worry, they’re short. It is a middle reader book. It was a difficult edit. I was previously very attached to what I had, but looking at it today, I saw what I needed to do: tighten, cut effluvia, add main character’s internal thoughts during scene to make it matter, and such. I believe, for now, that it was a very successful edit.
Toots is very proud to show off her new room. you can see where the ginormous bed of Captain Comic embedded itself into the carpet. One day the carpet will be torn up and the walls will be painted. That piece of furniture to the right is an armoire that Grandma and I foolishly with our respective joint and back issues moved up from the garage in two pieces. That rocker was given to Mr. Cynic by Gaga and Papa (my parents) when he was a baby. It has been loved by three kids, and three, no wait, four cats. Very loved by the cats. One day, I fully intend to restore the straw or at least make a cover for it. Please don’t mention a certain road built of good intentions. I know it well, thank you.
But the thing that makes me happiest, I think, is that I can open the doors we installed on the balcony and roll out my yoga mat under the sunlight coming from the living room sky lights! This is where her wide dresser/changing table/armoire thing was that is now in the garage. Not sure yet if I can fit there to do yoga, but it’s a start. Again, this rug will go bye-bye eventually. And those tapes will go out to my van which is old enough to still have a tape deck, yes.
My thoughts and prayers, of course, go out to everyone in Japan and in Christchurch. I am concerned about the nuclear reactors. I am concerned people aren’t getting food and water. I cried over the dog that stayed by his other dog friend who was hurt and I’ve cried over the four month old baby who was pulled out of the rubble. I bawled over the parents of the eighteen year old girl whose car was swept away in the wave when they discovered her. I have watched video of the water overwhelming the land, the awesome power, the utter devastation. I have contacted anyone I know who was in the potential west coast tsunami zone that, thankfully had little affect.
I get overwhelmed by things of this magnitude easily. It’s Haiti, Indonesia, New Orleans, and 9/11 going back to the San Francisco earthquake in 1989. In the meantime, there’s the people of Wisconsin and it seem much of the Middle East and beyond starting revolutions and trying to be free.
I think right now, the best I’ve been able to do is not get so overwhelmed. I am going about the business of my life,and while I’ve personally piled more on to my own kind of mayhem, and gotten through the majority of it in the past few weeks, I have been extraordinarily grateful that my little corner of mayhem is mostly just full of life and family and love and a little frustration, aggravation with a lot of laundry thrown in.
Peace and goodwill to the people of Japan and Christchurch, New Zealand.
In my little corner of the world, I am taking Mr. Cynic to work in a soup kitchen today. It’s what I can do.
Boys’ room is now disaster of their making. They are forces of chaos each that when combined, react much like a baking soda and vinegar volcano – instant production of mess exponentially increasing by the second. But less wet and frothy. I knew there was a good reason why I separated them five years ago. Besides the fighting.
Toots is loving her new room. It is now the least crammed with furniture room in the house. She can wunawound and wunwound and wunawound! She has also discovered the long hidden Marble Run Game. We must build interesting towers of Rube Goldberg proportions. She must drop a gazillion marbles through them. It’s fun. But there is more to life, like my room reconfiguration being completed, making dinner, making Irish soda bread for St. Pat’s and how about some pesto pizza to go with that? Of course, and laundry – my name is Sissyphus.
Mr. Cynic has a bit part in his high school’s musical, Urinetown. Opening night was last night. He is in the back and cursed with two sets of short genes. He is invisible on stage. But I can hear his singing. He’s good. Mom is proud of her invisible son.
Give me a minute. Captain Comic said something yesterday that fell into the interesting things Captain Comic says realm. I’m exhausted. I have been moving furniture, cleaning out furniture and closets for over a week. I’m not cut out for this. Okay, I’ve got it now:
Captain Comic looked at me in an examining fashion yesterday. I waited for what he was obviously considering may be an inappropriate thing to say, which is a step up from his prior lack of awareness regarding blurting out a perfectly innocent and factual observation that may hurt someone else’s feelings.
Mom: What’s on your mind?
Capt. Comic: Mom…..I think you should dye your hair again. You wouldn’t look so old.
Mom: Well, how about I stay true to myself and how I was made, instead of changing myself to please others in a societal expectation of women not aging gracefully? Besides, it gets expensive to keep up the pretense.
Captain Comic: Uh-huh.
Mom: [Capt. Comic] honey, would you want to make yourself different from how you really are, just to please someone else?
Capt. Comic: Oh. No. I see. Okay, you don’t have to dye your hair.
None of us is adjusting well to Daylight Savings.
I did manage to squeeze in some good and effective writing time on Wednesday amid this week’s extraordinary mayhem.
Go out and get a good look at this extraordinary Super Moon this weekend. It’s closer to the Earth than it has been in about twenty years. Last night, she was gorgeous.
Also, everywhere around me, the trees are blooming: pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, forsythia, you name it. I must say, though I miss New England burst of spring awakening a lot, these long extended and rolling blooming springs of southern Virginia are truly stupendous. When I can leave my house for more than quick errands and kid shuttling, I will get some photos, especially of the cherry trees along Canon Blvd.
2. I am still working on the upstairs room switch. My room is the worst mess right now, especially my little worship space which needs to move out of a dusty cramped corner and to where Toots’s crib was.
3. I am so exhausted I can cry at the drop of thought.
4. I have the second of many dental appointments to come today, because I did not go for years.
5. It is a sunny beautiful day and I need to do something about this:
I have an issue in my lavender. I have bulbs that would like to bloom there. I have wild flowers taking over the driveway edge.
I think I will opt for garden gloves, spade and vitamin D absorption right after I finish this egg.
It is the Ides of March and the forboding I feel is not exactly on par with Ceasar’s, but close. I feel like there is not enough time or energy for all that I want to accomplish. But I’ll be fine, eventually.
And when Toots comes home from preschool, she wants another game of marble run in her new room that is “mine so stay out, [Captain Comic]!”
To be fair, the three of us really enjoyed a marble game yesterday. But boy, am I going to be in trouble when she’s a teen, right?
Well, things have not lined up with the big thinking, building projects, etc that we planned, but for the moment there is a nearly three year old girl moved out of her parents’ bedroom and a twelve year old brother moved back in with his nearly 16 year old brother after four years of
exile of separate bedrooms.
We haven’t painted, but we have spent two weekends thoroughly cleaning out two boys’ disaster zones.
I honestly did not realize the extent of the garbage hoarding going on behind furniture and in closets, especially in Mr. Cynic’s room. I mean, I expect it from Captain Comic and had been in there a handful of times over the years for a whole weekend clean out. But I never went into the teen zone to assist when I asked him to clean.
Never again. Standing house rule: HIDDEN DOES NOT MEAN CLEAN.
So the bedroom shuffle has been done, but not thoroughly completed as of yet.
Last night was Honey and my first night alone (well, the cat is in there, too) in our room since Toots was born. She did a good job staying in her room and the boys survived the first night sharing theirs again. Captain Comic said he woke up a few times during the night, though.
Their room isn’t quite big enough for anything beyond their two beds, two book shelves, two dressers, three guitar stand and amps (Mr. Cynic) and a file cabinet with a lightbox for drawing (Captain Comic). Slowly, I am still trying to clear stuff out Toots’s room that belonged to Captain Comic. Desk does not have a place to go in the boys’ room.
I have a very busy week ahead, starting with a meeting I am too exhausted to be motivated to go to at the moment, dental work tomorrow, the usual mayhem, and Mr. Cynic is in a play for the last three nights of this week.
And I want to write?
When things are a bit more finished in both rooms, I will post photos.