Saturday, December 09, 2006
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Monday, November 13, 2006
Whatever shall I do??
No follies to have to repent;
But reflect on the past and be able to say,
That my time has been properly spent.
What does "properly spent" imply? I have been mulling over my current at-home situation with a heavy heart these past weeks and find myself a unable to say that I spend my time "properly". Sure, the housework is done, relatively healthy meals hit the table many times a day, the kids are clean and growing and (I think) happy; however, I really have to wonder what else there is.
I know there is work. There is always work, but the girls are still so small and I can't fathom sending them off to a babysitter for hours every week. I also can't imagine working every night and not seeing Mike. Greedy? Perhaps.
I know there are a pile of hobbies that I would like to delve deeper into - quilting, photography, drawing - but there are definitely creativity deficiencies that prevent me from doing art. Note that these are strictly personally perceived and likely a load of hooey.
I have started a 30-day dumbell exercise program (with dumbells, not for dumbells) and am on day 3. I am also resting my elbows on my knees as I type this as I seem to be unable to suspend my quivering arms in the air long enough to maintain proper keyboarding posture. Note to self: blog BEFORE working out! I have managed to become relatively inactive since our move, as my fave sports just aren't happening here. This has contributed to a fine layer of, ahem, winter insulation to put it nicely and I am extremely bothered by this. Now that the gallbladder is out, though, I have a green light to resume exercise and am doing my best to get at it.
That leaves education. Though it gives Mike nightmares (seriously), I love to study, write papers, take exams and engage my brain. Online makes the most sense to me, so I have started to explore my options. I think I will be taking a 6-week writing for children course in January. There is also a freelance magazine article writing course that I am eyeing. I would dearly love to do some ecology stuff, but I think I will start slowly and see how this distance ed thing works out.
Perhaps, then, this will become a place to "test out" my new material, so to speak. Keep your eyes open after the holidays!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Were we ever THIS busy??
A few of our highlights (and some pictures)...
Teck Cominco's 100th birthday party:
Apparently, there were 4000 people in Gyro Park to celebrate and, for a town of 7000, that was considered pretty darned great! They had all kinds of stuff for everyone to do and fantastic entertainment. The girls especially liked Norman Foote and Jordan even braved the big crowd to get on stage and sing with him....needless to say, we have a new CD to add to our collection! Oh, and her hair looks the way it does because it was spray-painted hot pink and backcombed in the "Funky Hair Tent"... hopefully she won't cultivate a fondness for that look. Talk about ring around the bathtub!! We also saw Canadian Idol runner-up Theresa Sokyrka and she was absolutely terrific. We spent 6 hours there (unheard of for us), so it was a raving success needless to say!

This past weekend, was the Festa Italiana. A little bit more like an excuse to eat corndogs at 10:30 in the morning than a true "festa", but there you go. Friday night we took the kids to see their very first fireworks display. I am not normally a big fan, but we had such a good time and it was terrific fun to see their awe. The added bonus was that they were finished by 8:00, so bedtime was not too far delayed! Saturday morning we got them revved up for the Parade of Masks. Keep in mind, Jordan's parade experience to date has been limited to the nearly 90-minute long Canada Day parade in Richmond with dozens of floats and "paraders", elbowing her way to find a seat on the curb and walking forever to even get to the venue. This parade started (without blocking traffic even) and when the 25 or 30 masked singing Italian ladies walked by, Jordan was left looking up the street behind them for "the rest of the parade". Obviously not what she had had in mind. We did manage to go around the block and catch them a second time, though, and this time, one of the ladies gave Jordan her mask. That took the sting out of the 30-second parade!

Saturday evening saw us at the Warfield Family Picnic complete with BBQ, three legged races, potato sack races, egg on spoon races and lots of fun with the kids.

Sunday Mike was helping Pasquale with all the wine grapes that have started coming in, so I took the girls down to Gyro Park again for BC Rivers Day on the mighty Columbia! It was a really good event with quite a bit for the kids to do. Jordan tried her hand at the climbing wall and we decided that there was good reason that rock climbers don't wear flip flops! Then the kids just hung out and played in the sand for a good hour before we decided to hit Nonna's for some cookies and a visit on the way home. A good sleep was definitely had by all on Sunday nite!!

At any rate, we are happy and busy and enjoying things here. If we were bored, though, it could only be our own faults!!
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Bookish bookworm dishes on books
Surprisingly numerous, considering the upheaval in our lives.
Thankfully, I have a couple of good friends who share nearly the same taste in books, so I have managed to keep rather up to date. Perhaps this should be my "since my birthday" list? All highly recommended, by the way!
Lewis deSoto - A Blade of Grass
Ami McKay - The Birth House
Anita Shreve - The Weight of Water
Anita Shreve - Resistance
Miriam Toews - Summer of My Amazing Luck
Yann Martel - Life of Pi
And while I'm at it, here are a bunch of my all time favourites:
Margaret Atwood - The Robber Bride
Barbara Kingsolver - The Poisonwood Bible
John Irving - A Prayer for Owen Meany
Bryce Courtenay - The Power of One
Rohinton Mistry - A Fine Balance
Audrey Niffenegger - The Time Traveler's Wife
Happy reading!!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Sensitivity is NOT a 4-letter word...or is it?
See, I don't really give a flying fig and, in fact, never look (though now that I've given it this much thought I might!). Before marriage, I was a "Z". Back of the bus was my home. Marrying an "A" sent me soaring through the alphabetical ranks at a dizzying pace. I actually didn't respond the very first time I was called on first. "Couldn't be me, I'll be at the end!" My sister enlightened me to the fact that I was now at the top of the pile and that I should really pay more attention. Poor Jordan is just getting used to being the first called. "Do you think I'll have to go first for everything at school?" My point being, we are all used to our position in an alphabetical list.
Sending an email the other day to some of my women friends, I scanned my list wondering if I had missed anyone. Then I realized that I had put one of my very best friends at the end of the list. Could've left her there, but I didn't. I cut and pasted her to somewhere near the beginning. I don't keep an address book because of a fear of passing viruses around, so I just type in addresses as they pop into my head. Problem is, I didn't want her to think that I had thought of her last. Would she care? How about the person that replaced her in last place? I don't like her any less, but someone has to be last, right? I've spent an inordinate amount of time mulling this over...obviously without many other pressing things on my mind!
I think it's an over-sensitivity to people's feelings. Who gives a rip if they're at the end of the list and, if someone does, isn't it their problem rather than mine?
I now know why the "BCC" option was created for email. Now if I could only figure out how to use it!
Monday, July 10, 2006
What a long month!!
(Anton Chekhov - Playwright 1860-1904)
And what a whirlwind it has been. We have, since the week before Father's Day, accepted a job in the Kootenays, bought a house, sold our house, toilet-trained Maya, secured movers, started sorting and, sadly, started saying our goodbyes. We are all very excited about the move and the great things that await us in Trail, but this past few weeks have been hectic, to describe them gently.
Let's start with the good...Our house sold with one showing in two days. WOOHOO!! We spent a lovely Father's Day at the aquarium where Jordan finally had the summer butterflies land on her. In fact, she had spent the better part of the ride there lamenting the fact that they never land on her. How is it, incidentally, that a four-year-old can draw out the "never" to sound exactly like a teenager??? Maya was thrilled to share in this as well...see for yourself...

Maya decided that weekend that she was through with diapers (see earlier entry about her "helping" me with that!). She is dry through the night and everything, so I am rather impressed given the fact that things have been quite chaotic and she's only 27 months old. Mind you, her tiny little bottom barely fits even size 2 undies, so it is a challenge just keeping her covered! The realtor, the house inspector and the buyers were all greeted by a naked tush coming down the stairs proclaiming, "Me pee, mom!" The joys :)
My good friend from Japan, Mitsuko, and her granddaughter came to stay with us from the 29th of June through the 7th of July. What a great treat since I hadn't seen her since our wedding 6 years ago. Upon their arrival, however, the real craziness began. Got a minute? Ten? Fasten your seatbelt...
The day prior to their arrival, I locked us out of the house, but had absentmindedly left the kitchen window open, so Jordan got her first experience at burglary. They also got pancakes for supper, as the freezer holding all the meat was behind locked doors in the storage room outside. Keys at girlfriend's...strike one.
On the way to the airport, the car started to sputter. This didn't bode well for a relaxed trip there or back, but we made it home after nearly missing our friends at the arrivals counter (note the potty training in full swing...time spent in public toilets is unbelievable!). Moments after I thought we should head out for a walk before I started dinner, we heard a terrific bang and rushing water. When I got upstairs, I discovered that the pipe under our ensuite sink had let go and the shutoff handle was seized. By the time I got the water to the whole house shut off, Mitsuko was yelling up to tell me that the water was coming out downstairs. Super. House sold. Inspection done. Giant flood. Mike, the saint, came home and got everything reattached, but not before I had to explain to our excessively polite, private, demure houseguests that, although they had been on the plane for nearly 12 hours, there was no flushing about to happen, but they were welcome to close the lid or use the neighbour's. Yeah, that was received REALLY well...but politely!! Strike two.
The next day, it was apparent that the car had to visit the mechanic. I went with Maya in the afternoon for what would be maybe an hour. Well, we got home about 3 hours later after phoning Mitsuko and trying to explain how to turn on the oven and get the roast in. About 10 that night, I figured I should make a sponge cake for Canada Day. You know the kind - 6 eggs, whites beaten stiffly, don't bang the door or it will fall...really simple. Yep. All was good until I licked the spatula and discovered that I had made the cake with baking soda rather than baking powder. Despite Mike's suggestion that I just cook it and hope nobody notices, it went down the sink.
Canada Day started really well with a pancake breakfast at our neighbour's and a trip to the Salmon Festival with a mere 75,000 of our closest friends. Mom & Dad came to visit, so we hustled back home to have a bbq with them. Everyone was catching up and having a jolly time when Jordan wanted to show Grandma the "Classic Red" nailpolish I had painted her nails with for the holiday ("It was a bit gloppy, though."). Grandma gave it a good ol' shake while discussing the merits of the little lead ball that is usually found in nail polish and the lid flung off glopping not only Grandma's white shirt, but the arm of the sofa with classic red. Mitsuko and Arisa looked on in horror (but politely) while a bottle and a half of nail polish remover was employed to get the stain out. Strike three? Are we still counting??
Sunday went slightly better with the day spent at the park and then at the local Japanese temple for the annual Bon-Odori festival. Mitsuko sewed Jordan a beautiful new yukata and hemmed her old one for Maya, so they could both take part.

We went and spent a night at Whistler Monday the 3rd and, although one was carsick on the way up and the other had a "leak out" on the way back, we had a delightful time. Needless to say, the carseats are both fresh and clean and ready to head to Trail in exactly two weeks from tomorrow. YIKES!!
The rest of the visit was spent mostly without incident, and we are happy to be back to a normal routine (whatever that is!). It was great having them here, though, as we got to do some sightseeing that we likely wouldn't have made time for otherwise. I am very curious to know what kind of impression was made on our younger guest. They wanted to experience "real Canadian life" and I think they got more than they bargained for!
Now we are downt to the crunch, so to speak. We are having the movers pack for us, so that alleviates a bit of the pressure, but there is still a crazy amount of sorting to be done. Cries of, "You're such a packrat!" are ringing through the house and the girls feel like it's Christmas time with so many boxes full of goodies to open and explore.
Postings will be short and fairly sparse I would imagine, but I will update everyone with new contact details in an email.
Send happy smooth moving vibes our way!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Quote of the (LAST) week
Ummmm...perhaps the dickens, Jordan??
Home again, home again
The girls traveled SO well and were absolutely thrilled to see all their cousins, aunts and uncles and, of course, Nonno and Nonna. Maya waltzed into their house after an eight month absence as though she owned the place and didn't play shy once. Jordan revelled in her big cousin Angela's graduation and all the frillies that went along with it. When she wasn't talking about the impending festivities, she was hanging out with cousin Jill, or playing with Mikey and Dominic. Lots of fun was had by all, needless to say.
Auntie Rose got Maya a dress so that she wouldn't feel left out of the glamour beside Jordan and her "fancy twirling-whirling dress". Jordan has been DYING to wear this dress since it arrived at our house nearly 2 years ago (gulp...). Trouble is, we don't have many functions that require a fancy twirling-whilrling dress. Boy was I glad it still fit!
Here they are in all their glory:

Jordan was glad to be home and back to preschool. Hard to believe there are only a couple of weeks left and then it's summer. And then it's KINDERGARTEN!!! Where, exactly, did that time go?? All good, but so tough to imagine...
Speaking of preschool, I need to go and gather our little princess and take the other one to music class...sun is shining, kids are happy...what more could I ask for?
Friday, May 19, 2006
Quiet time...or not really.
What then, to do in lieu? Jordan has her 30 minutes of quiet time after lunch (during the beloved nap) and I get a wee bit of time to putter, rest, read or do whatever. It makes sense then that Maya should start having quiet time, too. It doesn't seem fair, somehow, to make her stay in her crib (thereby containing her) and I don't like her to feel like she's shut in her room with the door closed. The gate? I guess I could recruit it from the doorless shoe and coat closet downstairs, but that would entail resizing and affixing daily...yep, too lazy! Shutting the door wins out. Incidentally, Mike doesn't see the problem with closing her in there, but I feel like it's not fair, as she can't do doorknobs yet. Mother guilt works again (see previous post!).
Anyhow, I put her in there today after Jordan "explained" how to do quiet time and all was relatively quiet for a while. She was chattering away and calling for me periodically, but I managed to ignore that for the most part. It wasn't until the calling got a bit louder and more, well, excited that I began to pay closer attention. Turns out she was calling, "Me ba you poo-poo, Mommmmmmmyyyyy!!!" For those who aren't fluent in Mayanese, "Me ba you" means "I helped you" or "I will help you" or "Can I help you?"
Since I wasn't in the bathroom, I could only assume that the poo-poo in question was somewhere in HER room...Never have I sprinted the hallway so quickly. Upon opening the door, I was accosted by the smell of the poo-poo and greeted with a grinning face upside down between two very naked little legs and a, well, less than clean bottom. All was still in the diaper, thankfully, along with 3 or 4 wipes. So proud, but the type-A brain in my head was reeling with the possibilities of where those little hands could have been while she was waiting for me to come to her rescue. Lysol wipes are my friends...
Quiet time. Who thought up THAT name, anyhow?
Monday, May 15, 2006
Mother's Day reflections...
So, Mother's Day was spent in a flurry of way-too-big breakfast, presents, swimming, picnic and the park, barbeque dinner and dessert, baths for two filthy little monkeys and a fairly early bedtime (not for me, though, as "Grey's Anatomy" happened to be on!).
I spent a good deal of the day wondering if I was acting in a manner appropriate to the day - did I appear as though I was relaxed and enjoying my family? Did I manage to curb my eye rolling at Mike's overly organized picnic packing? Was I laughing and playing with the girls more than usual?? I really don't know.
What I did realize, though, is that I spend an awful lot of really quality time with my family on a daily basis. I realized that, while not making breakfast or getting everyone organized was a really nice treat, Mother's Day is not all that unlike other Sundays in my life. Granted, we weren't "doing things" around the house and yard as we usually do, but that really didn't seem to matter. The four of us just really enjoy spending time together and it doesn't need to feel contrived because the calendar says that it's Mother's Day.
I have also realized that for all the mother guilt that seems to riddle my friends and I, we totally have it together and are on the right track with our kids. I have such a wonderful group of mom friends that I respect and admire and their children are truly a pleasure. Now, we're not the Stepford Wives, by any stretch, but I think we tend to be overly hard on ourselves. Here is a somewhat abbreviated list of qualities that make my friends amazing moms:
- Those of us who stay at home rarely lament the fact that we're not at the office.
- Those of us who work do an astounding job of holding it all together.
- We support our spouses in their work, hobbies and needs just as much as we do our kids.
- We genuinely enjoy spending time with our children.
- We strive to fill their bellies with wholesome foods.
- We strive to fill their heads with wholesome knowledge.
- We are not contributing to the couch potato generation.
- We love to sit and read with our kids.
- We realize that our kids need us to be their parents and not their best friends.
- We promote healthy self-esteem and do our best to lead by example.
- Whether or not we actually DO anything about it or not, we all realize that we need to take time for ourselves and our marriages in order to be recharged for the kids.
Whew - that was a little bit of a self pep-talk. With that, I should go and enjoy Jordan's time while her sister slumbers....
Friday, May 05, 2006
The houseguests are gone...
He made the call Wednesday and, sure enough, there wasn't a peep to be heard on Thursday. We chuckled at the thought that she had beat us to the punch and moved them out. Still chuckling as the guy came and checked it out up there and it turns out we were right. She had left behind one poor little soul, though, who was unceremoniously put in a box on the roof to endure the day. Our pest control guy wasn't too hopeful that she'd come back for it and, sadly, she didn't. At any rate, our gable is now secure and our roof vents sealed off, so we shouldn't be having any more animal visitors - not up there anyhow.
On the happier side, Maya is now drinking from a "big girl" cup and has conceded to let me do something with her hair (provided, of course, that the hair accessories are yellow).

Jordan is loving the warm weather and all the outdoor play she gets to do. With the outdoors, however, comes a wealth of scrapes, slivers and assorted ouches, so the drama has begun again for us. This girl most certainly does not have a future in the health care field! I can honestly say that I have never seen a four year old get queasy over a teeny tiny drop of blood...I think she gets that from her grampa!
At any rate, I am off to enjoy the sunshine and the rest of quiet time! Oh, and MY sunglasses are not quite as cute as the girls' !!
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Wild life? Wildlife? A bit of both!
I loved reading real animal-in-my-house stories like Gerald Durrell's "Animals in My Family" and Farley Mowat's "Owls in the Family". Even while venturing into the exotic "Daisy Rothchild: The Giraffe that Lived with Me" and "Born Free", I was convinced that having wildlife in my home would, when it inevitably happened, be an amazing and welcome thing. Some of those books I read several times and never tired of them. Sterling North's "Rascal" was an especially endearing tale of a young North and his boyhood chum. Any guesses? Rascal was a ..... RACCOON!
Little did I know that life with a raccoon is NOT as cute and lovely as I thought 25 years ago. Shall we begin at the beginning? Let's.
This past Friday morning at around 3:00, a shuffling, scratching, rubbing-my-body-on-the-wall sound woke me. Thinking it was Jordan (why she'd be crawling around my bedroom floor is beyond me), I called out to her. The noise stopped. Then it started again and it sounded as though it was directly under the head of our bed. Dust bunnies come to life?? A (gulp) rodent?? "Mike. MIKE. MIIIIKE. There is something in our room." Good man that he is, Mike groggily agreed that there was a noise, but that it was not likely to be IN our room. Perhaps on the roof? In the wall?
Now perched in the center of our bed - because we all know that a rodent wouldn't dare set foot in the center of the bed - wrapped in the duvet with only my face sticking out, I told him that I wouldn't be going back to sleep until he figured out what the &**! was there. This little "episode" took nearly an hour to conclude. Not a terribly good sleep had by either of us.
Friday night. 9:30. Mike was playing poker in Delta. The girls, deliciously shampooed, cuddled and in their beds. Me? Going to do some stuff on the computer. Turn on the light. Turn on the computer. Sit down and hear "THUMP" directly above my head, followed by a whole lot of scrabbling noises. I leapt out of the room, shut the door and did what any brave woman would do - called my husband. "Turn off the computer, close the door and go to bed." That was his advice. When I went back into the room, there was a medium sized ball of fur in the middle of the floor....when I stopped jumping about, I realized that it was Jordan's stuffed hedgehog. I swore I wouldn't admit to that...
On Saturday morning, Mike called me into the office to listen to the ceiling. Not rats, but definitely bigger than mice. Checking the internet, we concluded that the chirpings were that of the Northern Raccoon (Procyon lotor for those Latin fiends). We also discovered some "home remedies" for raccoons in the attic and interesting tidbits such as a list of parasites they carry and damage they're capable of doing....
Hitting the phonebook for pest removal options left me with a heavy heart, as the kits will stay with the mom until the next mating season (December!). On the upside, though, our tenants will be relocated rather than exterminated, so I don't feel too badly about having a professional take care of them for us. We are trying the home remedies and are giving them until tomorrow to find a new hotel.
In order for Mike to get the buckets of ammonia-soaked rags up into the attic and hang a trouble light up there, he had to make sure mamma raccoon was out of there (could you imagine what chaos that would be??). I stood outside taking photos of her gymnastic talents as she left through the gable and navigated the overhang.



At any rate, the kids are excited by our new buddies - Jordan loves to listen to them scuttling around when you tap the ceiling and Maya wanders around banging walls and yelling, "COOOOOON...where YOOOOOOUUUUU?" Maybe they'll get to see the babies when they're taken out.
I have to say, I will be a bit sad to see them go - just don't tell Mike!
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Why moms should ALWAYS shop alone

Imagine, for a moment, that you have been wearing the same 2 pairs of underwear day in and day out for, oh, a year. Let me add that you have ONE additional pair that you wear 3 times a week for exercise. Would you feel happy? Hygienic? Heaven forbid - sexy? I would think not. So I'm talking about bras here, but men have nothing like that, so I figured the underwear would be a good equivalent.
Now imagine that you have been watching the sales flyers like a hawk for the past month or two in order to save a penny (or 40%). Ignoring the fact that your, ahem, "bits" fall out the bottom at random and you're laundering like a madman. Finally, the Sears flyer has a week long promotion...a whole WEEK!!
Jumping with delight (but without too much jumping - remember your bits?), you pack some small people into said department store with you. On a Saturday. People swarming, grabbing, elbowing. The knee high crew also whining, and generally acting like ninnies.
Armed with a very small selection of undergarments, you wedge yourself into a changeroom (louvered doors that reach neither the ceiling nor the floor) and undress. A very squeaky, but clear voice begins a barrage of questions beginning with, "Why is yours so grey compared with the one in the box?" and ending with, "I think that one's too tight - it's squishing your skin out all over the place...."
Exit stage left.
Trying again with only the smallest in tow, you wait for opening Wednesday morning. She can't say much that anyone can understand and at 9:30 there surely can't be a gaggle of customers clamouring for a few changerooms and the only size you need. Surprisingly, you're right and, after stuffing the squawker with a banana, you grab a few things and dash in. The banana finished, shorty pants starts to lose it. The saleslady, now aware that she has prey trapped behind a semi-private louvered door, begins to sweetly enquire as to how everything is fitting and wouldn't you like to be measured. Yeah. No thanks.
After several forays back out into the store, you concede to measure yourself and have the lady just bring you stuff. Your normally spikey hair looks as though you've been pulled through the proverbial knothole backwards and you're on your last nerve anyhow. Somehow there is a victory. Snotty banana kid is calmer and beehive hairdo lady is counting her commission.
One undergarment - $24
One banana - 24 cents
One martini at 10 in the morning - illegal
Quote of the week
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Have you ever seen a pig so big?
Maya is taking parent and tot music class for the second time and absolutely loving it. Now this is not your average "Baa Baa Black Sheep Wheels on the Bus Old MacDonald" kind of nursery rhyme music class we're talking about here. Her teacher is a local children's entertainer and has the most wonderful repetiore of crazy songs, but it is a class for 18 - 24 month old kids and we do sing the same songs pretty much every week.
I wasn't thinking that I would go through the class again, as Maya didn't seem to be "getting" it. She didn't dislike it, but she didn't seem exceptionally stimulated by it, either. Right then. Save our money and move on to something else. The week before the second session begins, there is a quiet moment in the house and I hear Maya humming to herself, then singing to herself and I realize that she really is getting it. The next class she is singing her heart out. She is a veteran now and I look around at the new parents who are wondering, "Is my kid getting it?" I can't wait for them to have their eureka moment. It is really really neat.
Have YOU ever seen a pig so big?
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The 25th hour
Lately I find myself longing for just a little bit more time between the morning flurry and the "I'd better get to bed so that I'm not completely useless tomorrow" moment. In comparison to many of my friends, my life is relatively unhurried and without pressure; however, I am most definitely feeling the pinch. So what would I do with just an hour, sixty minutes, three thousand six hundred seconds? My list runs in two columns - Selfless and Selfish. The Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde of wish lists....
Selfless:
- Premake meals to allow for more time with the girls during the pre-dinner "witching hour"
- Clean the "hidden" areas of the house (blinds, under the fridge, the grout in the tub)
- Play with the kids and by this I mean really sit down and get lost in enjoying them
- Do some kind of volunteer work
- Work on the yard
- Start sorting all the baby stuff out (sniff....a topic for another post)
- Prepare a fun, stimulating craft or activity for the kids for the next day
Selfish:
- Go to the gym
- Go for a walk
- Take a writing course
- Write
- Read
- Quilt
- Write a letter (by hand) without interruption
- Take a nap
- Play squash
- Go to the driving range
Alright, it is becoming apparent that the selfish list is going to be longer - much longer - than the selfless list....perhaps I should stop here.
Suffice it to say that I would be able to find something to do in that extra time. Perhaps I should just be satisfied with the time that I do have. After all, I don't really have anything to complain about ... except perhaps the apparent brevity of the 24-hour day!
Monday, April 10, 2006
Dipping a toe into the current millennium...
2006.
Wow...until a month ago, you would have thought that we (meaning this family) were lodged firmly in the early 1990s.
No cell phone.
No mp3 player.
No blog.
Now we have a phone - to be used in an emergency.
Now we have not one, but TWO mp3 players - a great deal that we couldn't pass up.
Now we have a blog - more accurate to say that I have a blog, but there you go.
So this is what "being connected" feels like...not that much different, actually!
Now, mind you, I don't fret about being unreachable when the girls are without us.
Now I have something small to pack around and listen to my music on (oh, if Raffi shows up on my playlist, PLEASE feel free to give me a kick).
Now I have somewhere to put down the myriad thoughts that twirl about in my head...
If you're still reading, you will have realized that many of my thoughts will be rambling; however, I will endeavour to spice it up once in a while for you :)
Until next time...
