I had this whole big rant planned this morning. But instead of dwelling on the negativity I’ll just give you the short version:
Last weekend the sun was pretty warm against the east facing terrace so I placed the guinea pigs outside against the heated wall for an hour, to give them a break from their cage.
You ever get the feeling that you know nothing?
I get the feeling I know nothing about anything the older I get.
Maybe it’s because I live with a teenager who knows everything…😉
*next week they’re back in school.
Actually, it hasn’t been too bad, between the appointments to the dentist several times this week, some visits to the Cineplex, art camp for the girl child and a bit of dog walking for me.
Things are unraveling here…I have little time to do my writing with all the interruptions and having to drive and pick up constantly. This chips away at my sanity. And I have so! many! ideas! at the moment I want to get out of my head…
So, I don’t have much to share today. Here’s my current life in pictures.
An interesting thing happened in a college classroom the other day. The story recounted to me isn’t exactly surprising, but we did later described this situation to our kids in order to impart an important message.
Not surprisingly, the teenager was harder to convince than the tween girl.
Here’s what happened:
The sun has arrived, the snow and ice is melting, everything is turning into mud and I’m sitting on my couch writing romantic fiction. Steamy romantic fiction.
I came across this term the other day which I thought was a remarkably accurate description of what normal family life is like for many of us.
All day you’re bombarded by the slings and arrows of daily life. It’s kind of what it feels like, sometimes, right?
You’re going about your routine, you carve out a little space for a bit of personal time, you adjust and adapt to whatever demands external factors dish out and at the end of the day you sink into bed and wonder, what did you accomplish today?
Here’s my answer:
If no one is dead, in jail, or, if they’re lucky, grounded, then it was a good day. 🙄
I was thinking about something LA said this morning in her blog. It led me to contemplate the proverbial fork in the road.
Did you take my phone? The teenager wants to know.
No. Why would I take your phone? I respond.
He checks all his pockets in his pants, his hoodie, his hockey jacket. No phone.
He starts to panic a little.
I live in denial at least half the time I’m awake.
It’s a special talent I have.
The struggles, the turmoil, it tugs at me, pulls me deeper into my self.
I wonder what is going on.