In 4 Years…

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In the 4 years (!) that I’ve been gone, here are the highlights of what happened:

  • Rose (Chrysanthemum) graduated from high school, left for college and is now getting ready to graduate (March 2017) with a BFA in Costume Design & Construction
  • My mom (GB) moved from the beach and moved to Redmond, WA – this meant the “3 Grandma’s” splitting up and moving away from each other. GB has been having a hard time getting used to living alone and living in Redmond. She has some decision making to do.
  • Mary (Lil’ Sport) is a senior in High School. Last Spring she tore her ACL, had surgery and is still in physical therapy. She is in the midst of retaking her SATs and ACTs, and filling out college applications.
  • Thomas graduated from High School and is pursuing engineering at a college 2 hours away. It’s been hard getting used to his absence.
  • My sister’s dog dies unexpectedly. This was a sad, sad event. Then she had a hysterectomy, and a bunch more changes (including having my mom move in 1 mile away).
  • I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Needless to say, this was a big deal (more on this later).
  • My Uncle Bill (my mom’s brother) died unexpectedly.
  • My Aunt Anna (my mom’s sister) died very unexpectedly.

Yes, it’s been a crazy year. I thought I was done with this little, tiny, insignificant blog. But I guess I’m not.

Learning to fly

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An airplane was flying overhead and I said to Lil’ Sport, “I wonder if they can see us in the pool.”  She pointed out that we weren’t in the pool, we were on the patio playing cards, under a canopy, so no they probably couldn’t.  “All right, all right but what if they could?  Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“I guess”, she said.

I remember the last time I was on a plane looking down at the patchwork of fields wondering about the lives of the people I couldn’t see but knew were down there.  Are they happy? Is someone suffering?  Is this a special day for someone?  Do they know I’m up here?

As a child Chrysanthemum always wanted the ability to fly.  I wonder if she could fly, where would she go?  What would she see?

If it were me I would want another super power to got with it; to shrink – the fly on the wall theory in action.  But do I really want to hear/see the insides of people’s lives?  Not the people I know.  But it would be interesting to float into the lives of strangers.  Not to pry but to understand how and why they do the things they do.  To answer the question, “What were they thinking?”

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Two odes to Social Media

photo credit: HikingArtist.com via Flickr

My Friend Facebook
(to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)
Facebook, Facebook, you’re my friend
Entertaining ‘til the end.

Some post pictures, some post links
All to show our own high jinx

Facebook, Facebook I like you!
With my friends, you’re the glue

 

Twitter my nemesis
(To the tune of Happy Birthday)
Twit-ter, Twit-ter, who knew?
Twit-ter, Twit-ter, who knew?

Twit-ter, Twit-ter, who knew?
I’d never “get” you!

Jeans.

Photo Credit: Jose Manuelerre via Flickr

I should really go get another pair of jeans.  These ones are getting tight.  No, scratch that, the ‘getting’ has already happened.  These jeans ARE tight.  As in present-tense.

Damn.

It.

I’m coming to terms with my new body.  It’s a little bigger.  A little thicker.  A little rounder.

I kinda like it.  I’m gentler with it.  I respect it more.  I appreciate it more.

Except for the middle part.  I don’t like the way it looks when I sit down.  But when I stand up it’s fine, except when I turn sideways in the mirror.  But that’s a pretty easy position to avoid.

No, this body feels right, settled.  I feel a sense of surrender and peace in this new body of mine.

This is not the way I was raised.  It’s not the way society expects me to feel.  It’s not the way I expected to feel.

I expected to feel panicked, depressed, uncomfortable.  This is how I’ve been conditioned to respond.

But I don’t.  I’m actually fine with it.

This surprises me.

Spelling makes the bad things funny (kind of)

I just read a news article that said (and I quote):

“A Seaside man is accused of praying on an underage girl”.

Really?

He was praying on her?