For my recent birthday, a dear friend sent me an Amazon gift card. My teenage daughter saw it and said, “Ooh, lucky you! What do you want?” For the first time in my life I could honestly say, “I can’t think of anything that I want.” Victory! Ok, I know that’s a weird response, but … Continue reading The best birthday present: realizing I didn’t WANT anything!
While I was getting fingerprinted yesterday, I realized I had a lot of apologies to make. No, I hadn’t committed any crime, except for becoming a substitute teacher for a local high school. Which means I remembered my high school years and the way I behaved. No, I wasn’t smoking in the east parking lot, … Continue reading To all my high school teachers 30 years ago–I’m so very, very sorry
It’s getting harder to teach my children civility when they see mature adults deliberately flouting the law. Like right here: We were at the grocery store waiting for my daughter when a seemingly healthy man around 60 and wearing nice vacation clothes pulled his Subaru up to this sign. I watched as he eyed it, … Continue reading They may do that, but we do NOT
My five-year-old is currently in the dungeon. Well, others might call it a “basement” but with the damp floor and that smell which permeates every inch of the concrete and rock down there, we’re calling it a dungeon. He’s chosen to be there, because that’s where his dad’s and brothers’ Warhammer 40k figurines are set … Continue reading Dungeons, spiders, and kittens–what terrifies you?
I’ve been living on the coast of Maine for 10 days now, and I’m utterly useless at functioning at sea level. First, I can’t bake at 20 feet altitude. In the ten years that I’ve lived in the mountain west, I’ve redone all my recipes for altitudes of about 4700 feet. Here’s my fantastic, greatest … Continue reading Boiling brownies and other hazards of life at sea level.
"I don't know where it is." "Since I don't have a linen closet--or any closets for that matter--just stick that in my bedroom." "Did I say garage? I meant the cellar. No! BATHROOM!" "Since I don't have a laundry room, just stick that in the bathroom. Yes, the bathroom!" "Don't panic yet--it'll turn up eventually." … Continue reading Move: Day 6+ From Utahns to Maine-iacs
Yesterday morning in New York demonstrated our growing weariness with the trip, because SOMEONE didn’t retrieve SOMEONE ELSE’S travel pillow even though SOMEONE was trying to help with other loading tasks, and even though SOMEONE ELSE went back to find a lost watch SOMEONE should have noticed a red pillow sitting among the white blankets! … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 5–Road weary, tire weary, weary weary
(Current location, Batavia, NY, a town in upstate New York which has at least four different ways to pronounce it and we're probably still not saying it correctly.) Something strange happened as I stepped out of our hotel this morning into the heavy, warm, humid air of Ohio. Memories rushed me, and it was as … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 4–Welcome to the east, Kirtland, and our 29th anniversary
(Location: Toledo, Ohio. No sightings of Klinger still, but my M*A*S*H fans family are still hopeful.) Should you happen to see these three vehicles, that's us. I forgot to tell you yesterday that my youngest kids were delighted to find out that fireflies are real, and that they sometimes leave fun glowy spots on your … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 3–Preschooler poops, too many “I” states, and I’m worried about food stuff
Our 9.5 hour drive took 14+ hours, and I still don't know why. But we made it to Indianoloa, Iowa, and while I hoped to be more coherent this evening, that ain't gonna happen, so let's not even pretend. But I did find a way to download my photos! Here's my view of my husband's … Continue reading Move from Utah to Maine, Day 2–Siri lies, “Housebuilder” joins us, and Nebraska is as long as Wyoming