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There is nothing more relaxing than a cat. After a chaotic few months with extra kids in the house, having an oversized kitty sitting on your chest massaging your belly and purring in your ear is a bit like heaven. It doesn’t hurt when you’re out in the country and the only other sound besides the bray of nearby horses is the occasional rumble of a passing truck.

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I’ve seen the game-boy, the pac-man, the e-children.  I’ve watched their zombie eyes and the dull sullen responses when engaged.  I’ve witnessed the drama of the ensuing parental attempts to detach them from their apparatus: iPods, PSPs, Gameboy DSs, and iPhones.  Even Leapfrog has one now for the toddler crowd.  I dread that one day there will be one of them in my house. Read the rest of this entry »

 

Blue room

Make me laugh, blue room

Read me good books about firefighters, talking trucks and a silly alligator named Doodle

Play finger puppets with me again

Put on shows for me with funny character voices

Blue room, make me laugh again

Spin me around until I can’t stand on my feet

Hold my car, blue room and I’ll hold the other while we play smash ‘em and crash ‘em

Look down on me every night while I sleep to make certain that nothing bad will come to me

Never be dusty, never be silent or sad—never be blue Read the rest of this entry »

I won’t say how much.  It doesn’t matter, since really, I could be thirty and feel seriously old (if only).  It’s all about perspective.  I have no interest in being thirty again—it was a particularly restive period in my life.  And without maturity or life-experience, that younger me was not so much pretty, no.  If only you could be thirty and have the wisdom of someone—ahem—at my age.  It would be the perfect combination. Read the rest of this entry »

My son and I have a ritual.  On those mornings when I rouse him out of his crib, he and I stand at the windows of his room and wave to the trees, “Hi trees!”  No matter how cranky we are, it always makes the day seem hopeful. Read the rest of this entry »

This year the order of the holiday was a little unhappiness, a serious candy shortage and smashing pumpkins—no, not the slightly fringe rock group from the 1990s.  I’m talking about the street in front of our house on October 31.  Apparently there were a few unhappy trick-or-treaters too. Read the rest of this entry »

We have a dining room, the old-fashioned kind with an old brass chandelier set just above a big black farm table.  The table bears the scratches and marks of a piece of furniture well lived.  For me, it’s the room that holds more good memories than any other in the house.  Read the rest of this entry »

Chatter, it’s what I hear over my shoulder from the back seat of the car.  It’s what comes through the monitor when he’s ready to get up from his nap.  It’s what he mutters in between bites of food or sips from his drink at the table.  Lucas has more to say than any other child I’ve ever met.  He is now two years old. He’s getting taller; he’s getting heavier; he is able to do more every day, and he has a whole lot more to say: ick, uck, yuck. Read the rest of this entry »

There is a time for grieving

that time is winding down

I should be less sad

I should find happiness in the here and now

and find a way to overcome the loss of our son Read the rest of this entry »

In 2000 when I loaded all my belongings into a twenty-foot truck with my car in tow and headed to Washington, D.C., Mika was there.  She rode in the cab for the four days and the nineteen states it took to get us there.  Looking back it seems like it would have been a lonely trip, but it wasn’t.  I had lots of music and Miss Mika who sat next to me in the cab.  The first night we pulled into a motel in Montana that allowed pets.  I found that the rooms they stuck us in were always smelly and a little dirty.  Neither Mika nor I were smelly or dirty.  For the rest of the trip I decided to take my father’s advice.  Being an active RV-ing senior, he knows all of the travel tricks.  He told me that lots of RVs pull into Wal-Mart parking lots at night while they are on the road.  The stores are usually located off the interstate and Wal-Mart encourages the practice of RVs overnighting in their parking lots.  All those visiting seniors then go shopping the next day.  Everybody wins. Read the rest of this entry »

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