September 11, 2015

The alarm screamed early this morning because Maggie needed to be at school at 7:15 to help out with Quoia Café (they sell hot chocolate and muffins, etc to raise funds for immersion trips), so I was up an hour before to get my “Morning Time” (Huh!  So that’s why I like that song so much…!). I’ve enjoyed sleeping til 7 lately on school mornings, but I know that those 5:13 am wake-ups will have to begin again if I ever want to get into shape.  Fortunately, I’m still sick (I know, not good), so Monday I’m in to doctor again for a Zpack.  As Mags and I headed off in the car they were replaying the reports from 9/11 and suddenly I was 29, in La Verne, driving to West Covina to work as the in-shock broadcasters described the second tower falling down (I had watched as much tv as I could before having to leave for work).  Such powerful memories.

Dropped M off, home, shower and then E and I are getting to ready to leave the house and I see him put the green remembrance ribbon I had saved last year.  It was in remembrance of a wonderful young man who passed away a year ago today from a rare illness and Ethan is friends with his brother.  He was wearing it to show his support to this boy.  This is who my son is.  He is quiet, he is an observer, he doesn’t have much to say to the world.  He has not yet realized what an incredible compassionate and caring human being he is who is continuously doing the right thing when no one is looking.  I get it that he makes mistakes and doesn’t do things he should and does things he shouldn’t, too, but for a kid who has only been on this Earth for 13 years, I am pretty damn amazed with who he has become.

Headed to the store to get art supplies.  I ended up getting 121 Crayola crayons, but am quite disappointed and realize sticking with the 64 would have been the Best Idea.  Bigger isn’t always better.  Had my first client and Wow.  Let’s just say Wow (Wow).  Then it was time to head to school and get Ethan for our appointment.  He told me last night that he hates this (going to the dr) and he didn’t want to talk to him.  However, he listened to my words because when we got there, he spoke with the doctor, he answered the questions…with few words, but he still answered.  What we needed to have done was done and I am proud of my boy for “pushing into the discomfort.”  We left and headed to grab lunch.  I felt he was relieved a bit, or maybe that was me.  Matchbox 20 &The Wallflowers songs were playing and he grinned at me as I lip-synced with green bean as a mic.  

We headed home and the covering of smoke encased the area again, much like yesterday.  At this point the fire has exploded to over 50, 000 acres in 48 hours.  I headed back  to the kids school for a quick teacher conference (I’ll just say it is such a good thing when people “get it”) then back for my last client.  We did some art therapy by putting “Wishing Reality” on stones (one stone is wishing, one stone is reality and we discuss).  Then back home to my kiddos, where…

  

…Everything was dropped for a Doctor Who marathon.  I was busted on my Frito/cheese/chili picture by Jake, so I will just say that the kids had a pizza and I had salad and that is all we are going to say about that.  I am still sick and everybody knows that when you’re sick you need to eat for your strength AND your happiness so you don’t weaken emotionally thereby the immune systems is compromised and the illness gets worse(it’s a real possible illness and I am taking precautions to prevent this).  Tomorrow dress shopping for girl with her friend then Sunday movie for boy with his friend.  I’m just happy I get to sleep in.

Pictures:  Saw this on the light post in front of my car at Kaiser..yeah, but not anymore; I snapped this shot surreptitiously as Ethan was buckling his seat belt.  I love this boy; 121 isn't better than 64.  The crayons come in individual little cardboard sleeves.  The 64 presentation is much cooler; A fuzzy shot of the heavy smoke cloud.