The conversation went something like this:
“Hon, I’d like to visit my parents for Easter.”
“But I can’t come with! How is that a vacation?”
“I’ll make a big batch of sweet rolls before I leave.”
“Okay!”
Category: Live
Swiffer
Every morning after breakfast, I sweep my kitchen floor and then wash it. My kitchen floor has never been so clean.
I heart my Swiffer Wet-Jet. That is all.
In case you were wondering, these extra-short entries are because I have one corporate web site due on Monday and one weblog overhaul due next Saturday–not to mention the illustration gig I’m negotiating and the one that I am still considering for a bid.
Ants
I hate ants. I hate them with a visceral deep-down sort of rage that makes me see red every time a tiny black insect marches into my kitchen from a crack at the bottom of the screen door. I hate them, and I smite them with copious amounts of Raid.
Smiting makes me feel happy. Thanks, Mom.
Wake Up In The Morning
Not having a car is not so much fun, although it meant I got a workout this morning. The kids were clamoring for breakfast and I had no cereal, no milk, and not much else (except for eggs, which were a complete failure last night). I left them with Matthew on the couch watching _Between the Lions_ and walked to the Sheetz station that is three blocks away to pick up half a gallon of milk and a box of Frosted Flakes.
This doesn’t make me a bad mother, or a great mother–it just makes me a tired mother.
Surprises From Singapore
Imagine my surprise when a package arrived this morning that was stamped _Par Avion_ direct from Singapore. In it was a beautiful swatch of fabric–two yards of a thick, cotton blend woven fabric with gold brocaded geometric borders of varying widths along the length of it. I envision a long, fitted skirt… or a sheath dress with cap sleeves… or even a tailored shirt with long, flowing sleeves that are slit to the elbows, creating a kimono effect.
Timo, you’ve outdone yourself. Thank you.
An Answer For Everything
Rebecca: “Mama, can a snowman fly?”
Me: “No, Becca. In the movies and on television and in make-believe, snowmen can fly, but real snowmen that are made out of snow can’t fly.”
Marcus: “But Mom, we can make a snowman out of cardboard and put it on a string and fly it like a kite, and then the snowman will be flying.”
Me: “Okay… but… .”
Rebecca: “Can a snowman hop?”
Me: “No, Becca, snowmen are made out of snow and are not alive. They cannot hop.”
Marcus: “But Mom, we can build a snowman on a jackhammer and then it will hop.”
Words fail me.
The one ring
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, it ensnared another bearer.
Galadriel, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
“Yes, I’d like to make appointments for well-child checkups, please.”