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Spring is here..or was...
Three days ago, it was gorgeous and the frogs and toads and bunnies and 12 deer roamed through our back yard. Today it is freezing. In an unrelated event, three days ago my son announced that he was going to catch some frogs to show his siblings. He marched out with gloves and a bucket. Shortly thereafter, I heard the yip of joy that indicated a successful amphibian hunt. "I got two! I got two! They're huge and guess what! They're stuck together!"
I know it's just nature. I know I shouldn't anthropromorphosize creatures but I felt really sorry for these two toads stuck in a home depot bucket with five children peering down on them in their twitterpated state. "Put them BACK in the POND." was all I could muster. "Why?" was the obvious chorus outcry at the parent demand. "Just trust me. They'll be much happier back in the water." Oy. Not sure the toad population will recover.
2. Let Sleeping Parents Lie...
Yesterday I was tired. I didn't know I was that tired, but I was. Helping my second grader with her homework, we were stationed on the floor going over her papers. I put my head down. I awoke to find I'd been tucked in under a comforter with a pillow and a stuffed bunny and she had finished her math.
3. Gotta Dance! Don't Have to Know How to Walk Before I Do....
Paul now groves to southern fried rock. If there's a piano plinking down with a base electric guitar, he pulls up in his crib and dances and sometimes just for a second, lets go of the railing. So when Paul learns to walk, he'll owe it all to Eric Clapton, ZZtop and a few others who happen to be on this mix CD.
4. Just Keep Swimming
Yesterday, I signed up six of the nine for lessons. As a parent, there are times when you set your teeth, this is going to happen. This summer, I have set my teeth, that four of the six signed up will have the skills necessary to swim a lap without touching the ground by the time September has rolled around.
5. A Nag from the Book I wasn't Reading about the Book I've not finished Writing
As some of you may know, I have a 3/4th of the way finished book, the Book of Helen. I've been stuck for some time and not really wanted to address the you wrote without an outline so look where that got your mess that resulted. But last night, I knocked over a book I'd received several years ago about the compelete writings of Leonardo DaVinci and it landed on a quote about Helen and her feelings about growing old. So I started editing again last night. Chapter 1. Sigh. I don't want to produce the next great American novel. I want to produce the next Great American Best Seller.
6. When Toddlers giggle too much
When you hear sounds of song and laughter, how long is the lag time where you can enjoy hearing them before YOU know you must investigate because they are probably doing something unthinkable? Answer: I'll be right back....they were singing and dancing on my bed. It made a splendid stage. It right now does not look like a very good bed.
7. FYI
The Erma Bombeck Conference has one opening left. I can't go but you could and if you like writing, I highly recommend it, it's loads of fun and several of the presenters were there as participants last time around. Bruce Cammeron and Suzette Standring are two of the speakers and valuable resources for any aspiring columnist itching to become a household name. Go to the Erma Bombeck Writer's Conference. I know it will say it is closed. It is not. If you hustle, you can go to Dayton April 15-17th and have a weekend filled with great tips not to mention a lot of laughs.
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3 comments:
#2: Oh, thank goodness I'm not the only one! Only my kids don't tuck me in... I think my seven-year-old enjoys being in charge or something.
who's Helen?? .... beds do not make good stages, and that level is a bit longer for me than hubby, but it does depend on how LOUD the giggling is....hey, Sonshine learned to talk thanks to Bon Jovi, so why can't Paul learn to walk to zztop? (no joke)....poor frogs, no one wants to get caught without pants....awe, the bunny was a nice touch...I'd love to learn to write better, but I seem to have misplaced my muse.
Mighty Mom: Helen is Helen of Troy, a story of Helen in her final year of life. She's a project I've been working on since 2007. I have five chapters I love, three I can't make fit but want to and a whole lot of junk. I have the beginning and the ending. It's the 3/4ths middle and the steamline that is the struggle.
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