This morning was unlike any other: that alarm went off and I
was OUT of bed (without really remembering why, I just knew it was imperative
that I HUSTLE!). By the time I stumbled
into the kitchen I remembered I had cinnamon rolls to bake and got going. It really wasn't tough at all…it’s that hours
of rising-time that got me. "Ain’t nobody
got time for ‘dat!" They had 15 minutes
to get their act together. I knew that temperature
was a catalyst here, so I boosted the temp from 200 to 500 (double time, right?)
while I cleared the ridiculous counter-top which was no longer clean. Maggie is going to disown me, I know. I whipped up the rolls, threw them (scrunched
far too tightly) into the glass pie dish and sipped coffee. Or maybe I threw together the glaze, who
knows. I know my dad’s ashes were
rolling over. His Parisian chef skill
will never be mine, much to my dismay.Today is also Brandon's birthday. My firstborn child is 23 years old. He is older now than when I had him. It's such a gift to be in constant communication with him.<3 br="">
I had simultaneously been making bacon because I doubted the
rolls would come out as desired. Maggie’s
card was filled out, her flowers were prepped, milk was poured, I whispered
loudly for Ethan and I headed into her room, singing ever so…silently? Celabratorily? 
Once at home, I GOT BUSY with my paper. Somehow flying out of bed pumped me full of
attitude and get-to-it-iveness. For a
strong two hours, I was writing and reading when I got a phone call from Ethan
that he had forgotten his lunch, which I knew as I had seen it. I had asked him if he’d packed it and he had insisted
yes, but… I had to drop something off for
L at the school, anyway, soooo….off I went.
In the last 2 or so days, I’ve been thinking, hmmm. It would be nice to be in a relationship
again, to feel that pitter-patter of my heart.
Then, on days like today, it hits
me. No.
Because even though we are divorced, I still do ALL of the child caring
in terms of doctors and dentists and school, and appointments, and , and,
and. I do not need a 4th
child. Where is this “partner”?? Who has
that??? Humph.
Vent over. Thank you. Home again and back to my paper…it was go-go-go
until I realized my client would be in CP soon, so I headed off and…what a
delightful site/client/colleagues. My
client is progressing nicely…gotta work on that self-esteem, but doing nicely. Sweet child…
At home, I dove back into work. A couple of hours later I heard the subtle
sound of drops falling ever so peacefully. The scent accompanied it and ohhh, how I have missed this. I grabbed the dogs, (no leashes or anything)
and headed out, braless myself, but who gives a damn – it was time for everyone
to run loose. We hit the parka and got
busy with the basketball. More people
came out today than I expected. Being
copped up in the smoky air must be why; the fresh rain-scented air was glorious
and Mabi ran to her heart’s delight. At
one point Annie ran off to explore. I do
worry sometimes because so many thing she is a cute little beagle and she is so
friendly, but after 10 minutes, she came back.
At home, I made horrid dinner of grated sweet potato,
spinach and egg. Jake better appreciate
this. Actually, I will appreciate this
when my body feels better. A week
without kids gives me enough time to get my “Blah” taste buds back. After I ate, I finished up my paper. The formatting drove me crazier than anything,
but I think I’m good. After I get/learn/discover
my student ID number, I’m good to go.
Just have to hustle with my personal hours now. I think I still need 13. Spoke with sister tonight on face-time and
fell in love all over again with my little niece. Seriously, North Carolina would be an option
if it wasn’t for this Switzerland thing.
Pics 'n flicks; Maggie is 12!!!; Bernie Sanders & Black Flag. Yes; The beautiful park; In honor of Jake: "Oh Lord Jesus, It's a fire..." Yes, it is.
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