Archive | August, 2010

Jumbos and the Monkey Feast

I wake up at 5:45. The sun is just starting to peak through and I can’t wait to start my day. I am not so happy that I am up this early on a Sunday, but at least I am starting to wake up at a decent hour and hopefully I can get back on my former routine and get back into my groove. I break out the French press for my weekly Sunday treat and out I go to read my paper. I look forward all week long to leisurely Sunday mornings to enjoy the slower pace, relax a bit and not have to finish a lengthy to-do list. I still get a few items done usually, but it’s up to me what I work on and they are generally things I enjoy. It is cold out at 6AM, so I grab wrap up in my blanket and settle in. I really miss sitting with Anthony at times like these. We so enjoy this time together.

It is getting warmer so I head out for a walk while it’s still comfortable and then I take Caitlin and Elijah to Jumbos for our traditional breakfast treat. Caitlin gets her bigger than the plate pancake and we send pictures to Anthony so he can “share” in the experience. I love email. I’m not sure he wanted to share that much, but we do enjoy teasing him. When we get back home, the kids play with Bob, the hamster in his play yard while I clean his cage. I don’t mind this job anymore; I’m getting used to it.

Caitlin heads off to the state fair and then back to school. I hardly get to see her anymore and really miss her when she is gone. I think she will be back in a few weeks, so it won’t be too long this time. Elijah and I trim the bushes out front and weed the flower beds. Actually I trim and he dumps the wheel barrow. It’s a good system for us. Then we decide to tackle the pool. He gets his suit on and bravely wades into the murky water. I have never vacuumed or cleaned the pool, but I am determined to get it back in shape. It is disgusting and it upsets me that I didn’t realize it was getting so dirty. I never go swimming and I was so busy this week that I hardly even ventured out back at all. Elijah shows me how to hook up the vacuum hose and after some tears, foot stomping and grumbling we manage to be operational. It takes me a good hour or two to scrub the green and vacuum all the sediment but finally it is clean. I dump some more algaecide in and feel relieved. That’s two major outdoor projects completed today! It is sweltering by this time and we decide to stay inside and cool off for a while. The air conditioning feels really nice right now.

I finish up some writing and then Elijah and I head to the ice cream place for a “Monkey Feast” dinner. I promised him a reward for all of our hard work and he is determined to collect. It contains six scoops of ice cream, three toppings, two bananas, tons of whipped cream and the requisite maraschino cherries on top. My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets, but he is doing what I suspect is the ice cream dance. I manage to eat about a third of it and unbelievably my skinny eleven year old boy finishes the rest. We have pictures to prove it! So much fun!

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After

Tonight is my Skype date night with Anthony and I have been looking forward to it all week. Although I don’t think I will be able to eat any dessert as is our usual custom. My stomach is still on ice cream overload. It is really wonderful to be able to see and hear him in real time. This technology makes the whole thing so much more bearable. We catch up, make plans, and even disagree a bit. It may sound terrible, but I think that is a good thing. It means that we have settled into a comfortable routine of sorts and are back to normal (at least what passes for a temporary normal.) Today was a very good day. It has been a long, hard, busy week. I am off to bed. I am almost afraid to wonder what the next week will bring, but I hope it is terribly boring.

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Not the Day I Had Planned

My day is actually going along pretty well and I have a fairly productive morning. Then I get one of those calls that every mother dreads. Daniel, my 19 year old son, has been in an accident. He lost control and rolled my sister’s car on a terribly curvy road on his way back from visiting his girlfriend. The bottom drops out of my stomach and I swear my heart stops. I’m not sure how I continue to breathe and have brain function. Miraculously he is all right, physically at least. Mentally he is a wreck. He is in shock, shaking and emotional. Who wouldn’t be? I know it’s just the adrenaline and the emotional reality that he has narrowly escaped serious injury or worse. I recognize it and can understand as I had all of the same reactions after my harrowing crash this spring. It is somehow, so much worse when it is your child though. I stay calm, offer comfort and take control of the aftermath. I make the necessary phone calls, pay the towing bill and help get the car moved to a place that won’t charge storage fees. Did I mention that my sister and her family are on vacation in North Carolina? They have not taken a vacation so long and I feel so bad about the situation, but there is nothing that can be done to change it now. The important thing is that my son is still in one piece. Now I can fall apart. I call my friend, Tanya because I frankly don’t know what else to do. Usually Anthony talks me down, takes control and comforts me but he’s not here.  I can’t even call him. I feel so frustrated right now; angry if I’m being honest. I should not have to do all of this alone, but I do…

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Rainy Days

I wake to the sound of rain and he knowledge that my plans for the day just went down the drain. Perhaps it is a necessary reminder that I have vowed to stop being so rigid and make an effort to stay in the moment and go with the flow. Jeez, this self-awareness and growth business is tough some days.

I meander out to the kitchen; it seems meandering is appropriate on a dark, rainy day don’t you think? The house is eerily quiet, even the dogs refuse to stir on such a morning. The only sound I hear is the steady beat of the rain and somehow it is soothing. It is not the fierce pounding of the usual summer storm, but the lulling melody of a gentle, nurturing rain. I grab the opportunity to try out my new tools that go with my French press coffee maker and I am always so cheered by the smell of fresh coffee. I almost wish I could grind my own coffee this morning, but I remembered we tried that once and it made a mess. I think I have turned into a beverage snob. When did that happen? I used to be content with the chlorinated water our city serves up, nasty (and by that I mean tasty if you read between the lines) diner coffee and that popular brand of tea dust in a bag that we all know and love. Now, that I have tasted the finer side of life I am forever ruined. I have a filter for my water, a French press for my fair trade organic coffee and a tea strainer for my loose leaf apple pomegranate or Moroccan mint tea. I refuse to feel guilty for knowing what I like and insisting on quality. I do not buy expensive clothes or have a closet full of shoes, so guess this is my vice….

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