I haven’t put my feet on the floor yet but have been awake awhile. I can hear the birds singing and it makes me smile. My grandparents went birding together all over America. Birdsong is soul balm this morning. Singing a happy song.
March 29, 2015
grandparents
paws and boots
Blue and I had fun making fresh tracks in the still falling snow just now. When we walked back indoors, after our outside time, I called for my youngest son to come see us. He was indisposed. Oh. I shouted back, “Never mind then. I just look like A Snow Mom.” That two year old pup and I didn’t exactly walk while we were out there. Blue leaped ahead of me, straining at the end of his six foot leash, and alternately circling me, running really fast. Crazy. I say my big, sweet pup is crazy all the time. Just right, made perfect for me kind of crazy. Now we’re happily back inside. My teenage son (13 1/2) is talking his grandparents ears off, using the old-fashioned house phone with the stretchy cord located upstairs. The fire in the fireplace is burning down. This time I’m going to let it. I’m tired. Will tuck in soon, because in the morning, it’ll be time for Blue dog and I to make fresh tracks, paws and boots walking side by side.
December 13, 2013
Mississippi morning
would have been
December 21, 2011
Today is the last day of school for my children before Christmas Break begins.
That means there are 6,000 things to think of and try to do before they are home and out of school before Christmas.
Life has been a whirlwind lately, of this, that, and the other, and how I wish I had one more day before their school break.
As it is, I am helping set up the food in 6th grade at 11:40.
My oldest son volunteered us to bring fudge, which my husband and I made together last night before bed.
At 1:00 I am helping in 3rd grade, having prepped an animal snowflake craft for 27 students a few nights ago.
In between now (8:50 a.m.) and 11:40 when I am due at school I am going to eat breakfast, get cleaned up, go to Target, the bank, the grocery store, make one or two more stops and then come home before leaving for school between 11:00 and 11:15.
I will be so ready to be HOME at 3:00 when the school day is done.
My oldest son has a shopping date with his grandparents.
Then church tonight.
I have no idea what’s for supper.
I ruined supper last night, literally pouring it down the drain on accident.
The colander lid wasn’t locked onto the saucepan and all the spaghetti noodles slid from the pan into the sink and down the garbage disposal too fast to grab any back and serve ‘em.
So, instead of spaghetti for supper, my youngest son had a plate of reheated pancakes, my oldest son had two hot dogs and a slice of garlic bread, my husband had an apple turnover and glass of milk and I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and cheez-its.
*sigh*
I am thankful for food to eat and Plan B, that saved the day, once again.
This is why I haven’t been tumblin’ much.
Life is busy, in a good way, and I haven’t had time to daydream, the source of poetry.
At least mine.
I need time to gaze at sunrises and sunsets.
Time to listen to the clock tick with nothing pressing that needs to be done NOW!
Those quiet moments in the days ahead aren’t likely, but I’ll do the best I can to find them and savor them when they happen.
There is lots of Energetic Christmas Is Coming Boy Commotion in my future.
Lookin’ forward to it.
Merry Christmas to you…just in case I’m not back before December 25, 2011.
Love,
Janean
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