Book Bag - no. 18

That little green book you see is called, This is Just to Say: Poems of Apology and Forgiveness.  I had to do a double take at the library, to make sure I was seeing the title correctly. It is collection of poems written by a sixth grade class, and then the responses to them. Beautiful and Funny and Poignant.

This time we treated, Follow Follow as a game of riddles. One of us would read the poem, and the rest would have to guess which fairy tale it was created for.  I think that's the whole point of the book, but the game deeply satisfied Fiona, who is always asking me for a riddle, at which my mind goes completely blank.  So now she can look back on her childhood with fond memories of her riddling mother. Mission accomplished. Thank you, Marilyn Singer.
Tonight is one of those Friday nights that I am actually looking forward to. It feels like it has been a while with March threatening to freeze us to death.  We are dismissing Fiona early from to school to go to one of those crazy trampoline parks. There was a sale running, and a friend going, and with sheets of ice as far as the eye can see; I am more excited about this than I care to admit.  And then we come home to pizza, and root beer, and licorice and Dr. Doolittle.  Fo' shizzle! And this is just even more amplified because I actually got my brother's wedding gift in the mail a good three hundred and sixty days earlier than etiquette required me to. Talk about peace of mind. I found the most amazing, cast iron candle holders at Patch NYC in the south end of Boston. They were exactly what I was hoping to find, along with one of most memorable shopping experiences I have had in years. 

And on that note, I bid you, adieu. I hope that something in your own evening tonight brings you rest. 


The day before

Tomorrow morning we leave for my brother's wedding in Washington, DC.  The day before a greatly anticipated event is really hard for me. All you want to do is put on your new face mask with volcanic ash in it, to give you that day of "glow"  and forget about your every day responsibilities. But then you've got multiplication charts staring you in the face. No one wants anything to do with multiplication two days before a wedding.
So no, I did not win any awards today. In fact I was really off my game.  I told Fiona in front of Myles, that Myles was having a hard time with blah blah blah.. "Mom, I'm right here!" - "I know," I said. But inside I cringed realizing that, yeah, that was really annoying.
We all were hoping to pamper ourselves. And I guess we all did a little bit.  But facing the call of duty when its the last thing on your mind, is really hard.  Because the reality is everyone still needs their rhythm, and they need mom to wash off her face mask and be present.

We leaned heavily on this audio recording today. Very clever.



Fiona's school announced that they needed an extra two hours to gather itself before welcoming students back from what seems like an eternity of February vacations. So with the extra time we went to the library and selected a chapter from Pippi Longstocking to read aloud. We read about how she went to the circus with Annika and Tommy and stole the show by her natural ability to tight rope walk and wrestle with the strength of one hundred men etc.  We had a bit of an altercation over a coat at the check out counter, resulting in the returning of the video she had meticulously selected.  We left in tears. I guess I'm glad I took a stand? Not exactly the exit I had hoped for. But maybe she, "learned a lesson." Being - don't mess with mom on an empty stomach, and put your coat on when asked.  I will wager that New Englanders might have to deal with a wee more winter wear struggles than the average Floridian family? But the grass is always greener. I'm sure there is an epic bathing suit battle raging in someone's home right now.

The upside of the trip was that a nice librarian helped me recall the name of a book I had been struggling to remember. I was developing a tick trying to thinking of the title. I knew there was an F in it. And it involved a horse and a girl. Forever free? Waiting for Forever? Riding Freedom! Yes! A huge weight off my shoulders. Now after we finish, Starry River of the Sky we have something waiting in the wings. Grace Lin, I love you.  Every page is a cliff hanger. In the best way possible.

Myles asked me yesterday if we could find him a deerskin jacket. "You know, the kind with the tassles on the sleeves?" "Hmmm, I said. "I will certainly keep an eye out for one." That seemed to satisfy him and he scampered off to imagine himself stalking through the woods properly dressed and equipped with his bow and arrow. We are reading, The Sign of the Beaver for the tenth time and it has Myles craving for a life where one has to, "stockpile food."
I came home to a quiet house for the first time since I can't remember and I felt like throwing a dance party. I carefully sculpted a grainy salad and took slow deliberate bites, while responding to unanswered emails. It was very satisfying.  And then I had time to gather my thoughts and realize that this is my life. Its happening. I'm living it. This is easy for me to forget. I need constant, existential wake up calls. "And to ashes we shall return."  Of course, Right.

I said no to Hollywood last night. I thought I really wanted to watch the Oscars and then I realized that I just wasn't in the right place for America's nobility. But can someone please tell me if, Ida won? I hate googling that kind of stuff. 


Book Bag - no. 17

Today was an, I-made-it-day. What day isn't really, but I think at the end of those other days you don't really feel like saying, you-made-it.  We had nothing special planned. Just more snow and cold. But with the help of pizza, chocolate, and a Mardi Gras mindset we did alright.