Thursday, July 30, 2009
The elder son's cell phone buzzes. He retreives it from his pocket. The phone exclaims, in Luigi's voice from the animated series, it's a football!. This alerts him to the fact that he has a new text message. I find this amusing. I also find it amusing when the younger son utters this phrase, in his own remarkable voice, in a dead-on impersonation of Luigi. He has observed at various times, that he and his brother are like the Mario Brothers in other ways. Specifically, the bit of information that he enjoys is the fact that Luigi, the younger brother, is taller than Mario, the older brother. One of these days he may get over the fact that he has turned out taller than his older brother. But I doubt it. I'm also certain that neither of my sons was born with a black moustache. Nor did they as infants ride around on the back of a dinosaur named Yoshi. What I'd like to know is where the hell was Mama Mario when Yoshi was cavorting about on his island with baby Mario in tow! I'm guessing she was distracted by the agonizing nausea of morning sickness during the early weeks of her pregnancy with Luigi. It's that second child that really does a number on you.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Seven is a magic number. So I've been told, anyway. A powerful prime imbued with positive energy. A cyclical number of renewal and beginnings. With this in mind yesterday afternoon, I visited the sacred site of a significant event in my life. Seven years ago on a late July Monday afternoon I made a choice. The repercussions of that choice have rippled as well as roared through my life and the lives of those around me for the last seven years. Small changes and enormous ones. I have gone through nothing short of an absolute metomorphosis. Internal and external. I'm not the same woman I was seven years ago, yet I am. This 2,557 day roller coaster ride was a doozy that shook every aspect of my being. I have been altered physically, spiritually, psychologically and emotionally. I have landed in a place I didn't expect to be at this point in my life, although I like it here. And every day I possess a greater understanding of how and why I am where I am. When I realized what day yesterday was, I felt compelled as any usual suspect will, to return to the scene of my crime. Certainly I've learned the life lessons that ensued, at least I hope so! Otherwise I'm doomed to repeat them! And I sorely lack the time and energy to get back on that roller coaster for one more ride. Today is the point of departure for the next seven years. Having served the sentence for my crime of the heart, I'll celebrate my release from its burden. I let it hold me prisoner for much too long.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
And did I say I've got the right to want it all
Well if it's true I want it all
How could that do me any harm
I'll take the curves, I'll dodge the cops
I'll jump the ditches
Doing eighty miles an hour
Slammin' back into your arms
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
John with llamas
Monday, July 20, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Colleen posted this on Facebook last night:
Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence AS YOUR STATUS. AND POST these instructions in a comment to this status.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book
This was her status:
It's time to slow down a bit and consider some alternative ways in which to engage our lives. --Sarah Susanka
And this is mine, from Garrison Keillor's novel, Liberty:
"I'm a fly who's been pounding glass for a long time."
Who can argue with that?
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I seem to be buying purple things lately. Today, I bought a fabulous pair of Born clogs in purple suede! Definitely not summer shoes, but I am so ready for fall. And, of course, they were on clearance! Just over twenty bucks instead of the original sticker price of $85. Then there was this purple sundress that spoke to me. Very loudly. I had to buy it so it would shush. People were looking...I may have to wear it out tomorrow night, it has birthday girl emblazoned across it. And under no circumstances shall I wear a red hat with it. I have nothing personal against those red hat ladies, I actually get a kick out of seeing them en masse in their colorful headgear, but I don't wish to follow a trend simply because the calendar says that I qualify. Since I shall turn 52 tomorrow, and 52 is the number of playing cards in a standard deck, I have come to the conclusion that the deeper, cosmic meaning of this is that starting tomorrow, I will at last be playing with a full deck! It looks like I will be kicking off my birthday with a luscious orange scone for breakfast. Then, weather permitting, a bike ride. After that it might be fun to put my feet up and drink some iced tea while I watch the 17yo push the lawnmower around. I have already promised to take him out for lunch for his efforts, which I will consider his gift to me. Sometime tomorrow afternoon I need to whip up a batch of brownies. I have promised the, I'm so sure, multitudes of friends who will be meeting me at Cubby's for drinks and food, that there will be brownies & ice cream, with hot fudge sauce if they behave, afterwards. With champagne. Mmmm. I have to say that overall, 51 was kind of a rough year. With a little luck, and that full deck, 52 ought to be measurably better. In any case, walking though 52 wearing purple suede clogs just sounds like a lot of fun.
Monday, July 6, 2009
This is John McCutcheon. He is something of a renaissance man. He's a musician, author, social activist, and isn't he just as cute as he can be? He was a musical guest on A Prairie Home Companion on Saturday in Avon, MN. You may be familiar with him due to the GWB send-up he wrote and performed in recent memory. The song consists entirely of Bushisms and is hilariously funny. Check out his website, friend him on Facebook, buy his books and CD's! Or, do what I do. Adore him from afar.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Garrison Keillor is a very gracious, highly entertaining, self-effacing man. He has the deepest, old soul eyes. He bounced about in the mid-eighties heat like a man thirty years his junior. He signed my copy of Liberty. And seemed amazed that a woman of Norwegian and Scottish heritage could survive over two hours in the very direct midsummer sun. I adore him.
Some very obliging and generous locals let me squeeze into a space just big enough for me and my pink chair. Center section, tenth row. I can now say that I have been to Lake Wobegon, or at the very least, that I have been to Avon, Minnesota. Indeed, the women are strong, the men are good-looking, and the children are above average.
Friday, July 3, 2009
1. My copy of Liberty, which is featured on my summer reading list, though still unread, for Mr. Keillor himself to autograph.
2. My lawn chair. Pink, of course.
3. Camera. Loaded up with fresh batteries. Dare I mention that this item is also pink?
5. iPod. Pink, naturally. Even though I likely will listen to MPR while I'm on the road. I love the Saturday roster of programs!
6. Shawl, in case it's cool. Also discourages mosquitoes.
7. Jean jacket, in case it's really cool.
8. Umbrella, in case it rains, although the weather outlook says pleasant and sunny.
9. A spare pair of shoes to accommodate my fussy feet.
10. My pink, fake alligator Bath & Body Works tote bag, to tote around all of the above.