Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Road Trip!

Momentarily I shall be departing for the lovely Black Hills to commune with Jill and chillens and nature. Reid has his to-do list that is mostly cat-centric. After a brief stop in Sioux Falls for gas and a couple of errands I will direct the Outback in a westerly direction. Pretty excited over Saturday's Red Willow reunion concert! And as Jill advised, the tickets have been in the car since Sunday. My OCD tendencies will probably kick in and force me to check for them at least twice before I can comfortably back out of the driveway. Drive attentively! Put down that phone and don't even think about texting! I promise to do the same! Let's all get where we're going safely. Said the mother hen. 

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

My Apologies, Michael

While viewing My Girl last evening for the first time in years, I was struck with three thoughts. Yes, three. Without spraining or straining anything. Firstly, wow, does my elder son bear a remarkable resemblance to Macauley Culkin, or what? At least at the age of eleven they appear to be twins born of different mothers. Though I must say that Michael has turned out to be a much more well adjusted as well as handsome adult than Mr. Culkin. That would be my entirely non-objective maternal observation. Secondly, that My Girl is really a terrific movie. And third, when Netflix uses the label tearjerker, they are absolutely not kidding. I strongly recommend having a box of kleenex within reach.


















After wrestling with photo placement and trying to maneuver the text around to where I wanted it and failing, I just hit the publish button out of sheer frustration. I am not pleased with the layout in the finished product. If you are also displeased, I feel your pain. I promise this sort of thing will be fixed when the book comes out. Because I will have something called an editor and professional graphics design people. And as I have just now observed in the preview window, this footnote isn't going where I want it, either. Meh.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Feeding the Beast

He took down the jumpybrain photo of himself still awake at 2:30 in the morning. I liked that pic. Sigh. Not that I looked...not for long, anyway. Wish I'd thought to swipe it. But that would have been creepy.
                                                               

Make it Stop

The insanity. Make it stop. Every time I hear of the latest tragedy involving totally senseless violence and the inevitable loss of innocent life it makes me want to scream. Sometimes it doesn't involve death, just the stubborn refusal to get along, to find solutions, to listen to reason. I swear if Elizabeth Warren and Krista Tippett were running things, more of this sort of thing would be happening. I remember so clearly my mother walking into the escalating melee between the four of us kids and simply announcing that this must stop. Now. And when we simultaneously chimed in our separate versions of our innocence and were clearly the injured party she would hold up her hand and announce that she didn't care. That the noise and mayhem must immediately stop, that we must go to neutral corners, and that this would most emphatically be the end of it. She meant it. And we would sulk off to homework or chores or watching tv. Ten minutes later I doubt that any of us could have told you what we had been fighting about. I think we need some kind of universal Mom to accomplish a similar task on a global basis. I nominate Ms. Warren and Ms. Tippett for their efforts toward creating a more reasonable, functioning and peaceful world. The rest of us need to line up behind them. 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

D & Me


 With Flamingo


With Attitude

Immediacy

So I'm here in my kitchen listening to Minnesota Public Radio. It's the rebroadcast of Wits, Episode 45. I've heard it before so it's just kind of playing in the background as I wash up a few dishes. I'm so taken with a song that musical guests Jason Isbell and Amanda Shires are performing that I pause to listen while I return the shiny clean wine glasses to the china cabinet. Oh, yeah. I'm seriously taken with this song. I discover after Googling the pair of musicians that the title of the song is Traveling Alone. I pull up my Barnes & Noble account where I am a member entitled to free shipping and discover this song is on the cd Southeastern and is discounted 40%. I click on add to bag and place my order. Returning to the Google page where I started the search I find out he is playing in Sioux Falls at the Orpheum in nine days. There are still tickets available in the balcony for twenty-five bucks. Talk about instant gratification. Do I dare ask further that Amanda Shires will be appearing with him? Indeed, ask away! The worst they can do is say no. 
   

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Acceptance

Some days the most productive and valuable thing I accomplish is cleaning the litter boxes. Envy my poop-scooping, glamorous life. I have earned a beer.