Then Superman said “Yeah…”

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Superman and I were on a walk today.  On our way out he deadpans, “The lawn looks nice.” (And here you’ve gotta see the grass high above ankle height with weeds poking through)

And I say, “Yeah”

And he says, “It’s because I haven’t edged”

And I say,

Yeah…

And then I tell him that maybe I might be sorta almost thinking about weeding those front beds.  And then if I feel inspired, but I probably won’t, but I’m almost there I’ll plant some flowers in the planters in front of the house.

And he goes,

Yeah…

And I say, “Weren’t you going to work on the pool?”

And he says,

Yeah…

And so starts yet another conversation of all the things around the house we need to do, want to do, dream of doing… that we know we’ll probably never do because in order to these things we wouldn’t be:

…at the ball field
…at the soccer field
…looking in thrift stores with Chrysanthemum
…running errands with The Fonz
…playing card games with Lil’ Sport
…talking on the phone with our family
…and most importantly…
walking together.

What’s the one thing you let go (for us it’s the yard/house) in order to do what you want (for us it’s sports/games/family)?

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post.
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Stream of Consciouness Sunday

How Superman got his name

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I love December.  The celebrations, traditions, the camaraderie of a shared experience in virtually everyone around me.  But what I love most about December is that it feels like a mental holiday.  Sure I’ve got multiple lists of gifts and to-do’s.  Like many, I too feel the mounting pressure of Christmas squeezing me tighter and tighter until I’m about to burst.

But what I don’t feel during December is…reality.  Starting about the 5th or so all the topics I usually fret over I put off thinking about “until after Christmas”.  For three weeks all my normal worries (business growth, planning, college searching, exercise, work, etc.) all take a back seat to shopping lists, house preparation, and everything else jolly and merry.

But then December 26th hits and all I’ve put off becomes unbearably present.  Unreturned phone calls, newsletters to write, college visits to plan, goal setting, and taxes all trickle into my mind until I can’t stand it a minute longer.

I start to sweat.

Then I wake up Superman and tell him how I’m feeling.

And Superman says, “It’s okay.  Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”  And he gives me a hug.  He is truly the only person who can peel me off the ceiling at 1:00am in 3 sentences or less.

And that’s how Superman got his name.

Superman sleeps

Superman falls asleep on the couch every night.  I’ve always (cough, cough) been a little judgemental.  But as I raised my sleepy eyelids on Sunday and spread my starfish limbs across the bed relishing my lazy morning I asked myself, “What is the difference between falling asleep on the couch and sleepin in in the morning?”  “Not much”, I answered.