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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.
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 »
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 »
It’s 6:33 on a Sunday morning and I’ve been up for a little over an hour, after shaking myself awake from a dream of T.
My memory of the dream starts with T being in our house for a weekend visit. For some reason, “our house” was a mishmash of where we live now, my childhood home and a house for-sale down the street and around the corner. There were toys every where. My Mom and my nieces and nephews were also there – in the house but in other rooms that I couldn’t see and didn’t attempt to enter. Lucas was more baby than boy, but he moved freely about the house. Read the rest of this entry »
peace out, 2011
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 »
She has been with me for the last sixteen years. I found her huddled in the back of a cage in a Seattle City shelter. My life was going through major changes: I was leaving my partner at the time; I had unloaded a lot of stuff (both the physical and meta-physical); I was beginning graduate school; I was in some early mid-life “where the hell am I going” crisis. I’m not sure what prompted me to rescue her. Maybe I just needed a friend and she needed a home. Read the rest of this entry »
I have been looking for a scrawny, brown boy with long curly hair. It is 2016 and I know he still has dimples, even as a teenager. I imagine him with glasses, carrying a book, standing at a bus stop surrounded by a crew of friends. I know that he will never be wanting for friendship. He is the most social, the most likeable little boy ever. Read the rest of this entry »
I remember the morning of Friday, April 29 2011 as nothing remarkable. I got up first. And then T. And then Lucas. I was in the kitchen making lunches when I heard the drag of one of T’s dresser drawers as he pulled it open in search of something to wear. I smiled, picturing him tossing the shirts with buttons and collars aside. I prepared myself for our morning game – T leaping into the kitchen proudly and fully clothed and me displaying dramatic surprise and faux shock. Oh, man! You beat Lucas AGAIN?! Read the rest of this entry »