mom stuff

my dishes are all done
every last one
even though it won’t last
I’m savoring this job is past
laundry is next
then perhaps I can rest
for that’s the beauty
of Sunday evening

May 26, 2013

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I Dream of Lilac Time

This morning as Blue and I walked through the park I savored the scent of the lilacs. Their fragrance reminded me of a long ago art fair conversation, with a painting woman who has the same first name as mine. She told me she was named for the song, “Jeannine, I Dream of Lilac Time.” I found it years ago to listen to, but had forgotten. Rediscovered it today on YouTube, and listened again with a smile this morn. Ah yes. It’s lilac time.

I Dream of Lilac Time

I’m finally mailing our Illinois state taxes.
Snail mail is necessary, to send extra paperwork required.
Doggone Tax Time.
Stapling W-2 then mailing.
Just a week or so after finishing…
There is a grape jelly smudge on them.
Oh well.
A l’il sign of Food, Family and Life.
That about sums it up.
For these are the things that go “in between” the famous Ben Franklin quote, “In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”
So we learn to savor each day and happy moment we are given, even as we dutifully see to the need to fulfill all legal requirements.

March 13, 2013

I savored the rosy glow of sunrise along the horizon, while walkin’ Blue this mornin’. The air has a snap o’chill, yet I’m thankful there was no bitin’ wind.
(Now home from walk. Ready to thaw with coffee, eggs and toast. Check my Weather App. Temp: 13 degrees Fahrenheit. Feels like: 0 It’s officially brrrrrr)

February 16, 2013

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