Archives for May 2007
Three things Jack likes to steal:
1. Any stuffed animal he can grab from Eden’s floor although his favorites are a teddy bear backpack and a Boston Terrier puppy named Spanky.
2. My Smart Wool socks from the laundry basket. He’ll settle for cotton footies, especially if they are dirty, but he really prefers my Smart Wools. I don’t know what he’s going to do now that it’s pushing Summer.
3. My billion dollar bras. Now that it’s garden season I am usually wearing two outfits a day, one for going out and about and one for getting grubby in the garden. When I change out of my nice clothes I will leave them piled in front of my dresser or piled on my bed, ready to be changed back when my work is done. Wiley Jack will dash into my room, grab the bra and then dash for the living room. The kids get all giggly and silly while I track him down and steal it back.
I think inheriting a someone else’s garden is a little like becoming a step – in my case – mother to half grown children. You have signed on and are committed to living with or correcting someone else’s missteps.
On the upside you also get to benefit from the other’s great choices.
My garden was planted by a man. There have been many occasions where I want to travel back in time and say, “Hey Larry, must EVERYTHING be orange? Let’s try something pink…purple?…can we compromise on yellow? and I’m not talking neon! While we’re talking, I REALLY don’t think your idea for an 80! foot long shade bed up against a western style fence is such a good idea…OK, if you must persist would you PLEASE plant something taller than 6 inches? PLEASE…yes, I’m begging. And while we’re talking western, would you settle on a style for the raised boards on the front of the house. Western or Tudor? You can’t have both! OK, I KNOW you CAN, but you SHOULDN’T! For the love of all things you need to get a hold of yourself!”
For the sake of my blood pressure I don’t even bring up the interior…
Our lil boy is growing up. Tonight he graduated from Puppy Kindergarten. He wore his cap and held his diploma in his mouth. (There was a dog treat attached.) Then he played like an absolute madman for an hour.
As I declined taking my Mac to the class I am relying on the kindness of another member to send us a picture. Naturally, I will post it the minute I receive it.
“Mama, why did God make my bottom so gushy?” Eden asked.
I thought for a moment, trying to fathom the mind of God.
“Well, if it wasn’t so gushy, it probably wouldn’t be as comfortable to sit on, would it?” I said.
“Thass a good idea.” She said.
Any other armchair theologians want to weigh in?