I Worry

For the most part, I’m a go-with-the-flow type of person. I realize that worrying doesn’t help anything, and usually gets folks upset about nothing. Yet, sometimes I realize that my shoulders are clenched and aching. That’s when I know that I have too many things bothering me and I need to let some of them go.

I worry about suddenly blogging so much. Despite my declaration that I’m writing for myself, I dread boring people to tears. I worry that those that have chosen to have emails containing blog posts sent to them are feeling spammed. I hate spam.

I worry about the hole in the front of my house.  After the initial boarding up, insurance seems to be moving at a snail’s pace.  I’d like to have windows again.  And my landscaping fixed.  

I worry about Mimi being on a cruise ship so far away from me. The ship has already had to have repairs from hitting a sandbar. And everyone knows about nasty viruses spreading like wildfire on board ship. I’m sure she’s having a wonderful time…but still…I worry.

I worry about what my crazy grandpuppy has done while I’m away from home. Today I came home to a partially chewed pair of shoes. It’s like having a small child…with teeth.

I worry about KT getting ready to leave for vet school. I’ve gotten used to having her around and seeing her at least once a week or so. Once again, I’m sure she will be fine…but still, a mother worries.

Mostly, I worry about my parents right now. My dad is currently in the hospital after having what should have been a simple procedure done. There were complications and now they are keeping him for a few nights. I worry about my mom, sitting alone in the hospital room with him. I’m sure she’s worried too.

Like having a good cry, expressing my worries seems to have loosened the tension in my shoulders. I feel a little better now.  A nice glass of red will help even more.

Cheers.  

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Old Red

I looked up at the grey skies and sighed. The rain is supposed to come back tonight. After being spoiled by sunshine and beautiful blue skies, it’s a little hard to accept our usual sodden gloom. I looked outside at my lawn and sighed again.

“You really need to cut it.” I told myself.

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“I can’t mow the lawn now” I replied, “It’s only the second week of March.”

“The lawn is overgrown, it really needs it. Besides, most of the neighbors have started mowing theirs already. It’s not too early.” I sighed once again, this time in resignation. “And” I added, “You grilled last night. It’s time.”

So I hauled Old Red, my trusty mower, out from her resting spot in the garage. I unfolded her handle and filled her tank with gas. I pushed around the garbage cans and down the cobbled path to the back yard. Tugging open the gate, I pushed her through and positioned her on the back walkway where I always start mowing. I have no idea why, but I quickly pushed the little black rubber button on the side of the motor as I was originally instructed when I got Red. Then reached down to yank the gas pull…I nearly pulled my arm off.

The pull refused to budge. I tried to gently coax it to loosen up by spraying it with lubricant and pulling it back and forth. I may have sworn at it a bit before hunting down a screwdriver to open her up and peer inside to see if I could figure out the problem.

I took me a while, but I finally figured out the difficulty. Old Red knew that it was only the second week of March and simply wasn’t ready to get to work yet.

“Wake me up when it’s spring” I imagined her grumbling at me.

“Fine Red” I said, “we can wait another week or so. I don’t have a problem with that.”

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Is It Summer Yet?

“Are you sure you guys don’t want to grill tonight?” texted my oldest daughter Kaitie.

“Um…were we thinking about that?” I replied.

“I was!”

She was right, we have been having a glorious winter here in the Pacific Northwest. Today seemed to be one of the nicest yet, featuring sunny blue skies and the temperature pushing into the low 60’s. It only made sense to grill.

KT even agreed to do all the work if I would stop and get what we needed on my way home from work. It sounded like a great deal to me!

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So tonight we feasted on a wonderful grilled meal…that I didn’t have to make.

 

 

 

 

 

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Rise and Shine

This morning I heard my oldest daughter KT get up and ask the dogs if they wanted to go outside. I smiled at the thought of being able to sleep in for a little while longer without having to get up to let them out. I had just drifted off again when I felt the gentle thump of little feet jumping up on my bed. This was immediately followed by a larger plop and the chattering of my child. I have no idea what she was talking about, I’m pretty sure it had something to do with the dogs as my husband stretched his arms out and started chatting back.

I gave a huge sigh and gave a very obvious tug of the blanket, before pulling it over my head. There was a brief moment of silence before the loud conversation began again. I had begun to get the feeling that sleeping in was going to be futile. I was sure of it when they started noisily playing with the dogs.

When all my subtle (and some not-so-subtle) hints didn’t work, I screeched for them to go away calmly asked them to find somewhere else to talk.  They left after a bit of mumbling about how grumpy some people were in the morning. 

Of course, by that point, I was completely awake and couldn’t get back to sleep.  I decided to make the most of it and just rise and shine.  Well…at least rise.  Shining seemed to be asking a bit much after my rude awakening!

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Yesterday I was wondering what to write about.  I set about really paying attention to my day in order to have something interesting to say.  I came up with a couple good ideas…enough to last me a day or two if I needed them.

I was headed home after a long day and found this.

'Our neighbor's beautiful classic car decided to roll down the hill and visit our house this evening. Our home is fixable, but I feel so badly for his car. He had spent two years restoring it and was going to a car show tomorrow morning.'

A neighbor’s classic car had rolled down the hill straight into my house! Now that’s something you don’t come across every day.  Right now I’m tuckered out so I’ll write in more detail tomorrow. 

It will be quite some time before I wish I’d had a more interesting day!

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Wondering

I’ve been staring at the screen on my computer, wondering what on earth I’m going to write about tonight. The urge to just blow it off is strong. After all, I haven’t written anything at all in quite some time, now suddenly I’m asking my brain to come up with something every single day? What was I thinking? I sternly tell myself to get it together and come up with something. I am going to fulfill this commitment.

So here I sit in my favorite red chair. My laptop is resting on one of the arms. I have to balance it just so and make sure my arm doesn’t hang too far off the bumpy-textured upholstery. If I don’t pay attention, soon my arm will go to sleep and I will have sharp pins and needles to painfully deal with.

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I take a sip of my sweet chai tea, breathing in it’s spicy warmth as I look around the room for something…anything to write about. I lean my head back, resting it against the furry heat of my little dog Charlie. He is sleeping peacefully in his “safe spot” across the back of my neck. Maggie, who is curled on my lap sighs and nestles in closer. I reach over and pet my little grand puppy who is nestled at my side. He seems to have finally accepted the idea of staying with us while Mimi is on vacation.

The steady click clunk click of the jeans twirling themselves around and around in the dryer is slowly soothing me to sleep. My head starts to nod and I can barely keep my eyes open. It has been a long day.

Still, here I sit, wondering what on earth I’m going to write about tonight.

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It’s Okay, I’m a Teacher

I was using the restroom at the gym when I heard someone enter the next stall. A moment later I heard two young voices telling her that they their hands were dirty and they needed to use hand sanitizer. I smiled to myself as I listened to this young mother patiently explain to her children that while hand sanitizer would kill the germs, they really needed to use soap and water to make their hands clean.

The first child had just finished washing her hands as I came up to the sink. The second, an adorable red-faced little girl stood on the white plastic stood in front of the sink and told me that she had to wash her face because she had been running and was too hot.

“You do?” I asked.

“Yes. I need to cool off.” She said then turned around to the sink and started twisting the handle back and forth trying to turn it on.

“Push it down” I told her. “Use all of your muscles because it’s a little tricky sometimes.” I watched her struggle for a moment before reaching around her to push the water on. She happily started splashing the cool water on her face and making loud “Ahhh’s” and other noises of relief. The little girl and I chatted a bit more as her mother came out of the stall and urged her daughter to hurry so that I could wash my hands too.

The young mother started to get visibly frustrated as her offspring kept up the endless chatter to me as she struggled to get paper towels out of the holder. Despite the fact that I told the mom that it was fine, I wasn’t in a hurry, she was still exasperated and perhaps a bit embarrassed.

“It’s really okay” I told her, “I teach little ones.”

“Ohhh” she said letting out a huge sigh of relief, “You’re a teacher, so you are used to this.”

I just smiled and nodded at that flustered mama.  The little girl’s eyes widened when she heard that I teach. 

“Do you teach gymnastics?” She asked. “Because that is my favorite class.  We used to take ballet but we had to stop because…”

I just laughed and let her tell me all the things she needed to say. It’s a good thing that not only am I used to all the things little ones come up with, I quite enjoy it. 

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The Last Meal

This morning I dropped my youngest daughter Mimi and her fiancé Jaime off at the airport before the sun had come up. They were headed to Florida to see Jaimie’s grandmother and then go on a cruise to the Bahamas with her. I must have been thinking about that, or perhaps just zoning out from a lack of sleep and caffeine, when I realized I had taken the exit into the huge parking lot instead of back to the freeway. As I wandered through the nearly empty parking structure maze searching for the exit, I thought about the mishaps I had made in the last day or so and had to laugh at myself.

I had spent the day before with my daughter and her love. The three of us went shopping, had lunch and mostly just hung out together. For dinner, I had told Mimi that I would make her anything she wanted for her last meal at home. After a bit of deliberation, she settled on the One-Pot Spaghetti that I had found on Pinterest a few years ago. Spaghetti is one of her very favorite dishes in the world. Apparently the red sauce spaghetti is traditionally topped with is one of Jaime’s least favorites. So the one-pot recipe, with it’s creamy, light tomato sauce was a compromise that everyone would enjoy.

As I started pulling the ingredients out of my pantry, Mimi came into the kitchen. Handing me a printed out recipe, she informed me that it hadn’t tasted quite right the last couple times that I had made it and she wanted me to actually follow the recipe. I have to confess that I’m not really great at following recipes…I like to add a little of this and a little of that, and maybe change things around a bit. Usually, it’s an improvement. Apparently not always.

I agreed to follow the recipe exactly-ish. The major exception being that I planned to cut it in half as I didn’t want to have leftovers in the house after they had left the state. So, I got to work creating my baby girl’s favorite meal. Once I had all the veggies chopped and ready to go into the pot I reached for the linguini noodles that the recipe called for. Only it turned out that I only had angel hair pasta. Whole-wheat angel hair pasta.

I decided to start cooking the veggies first as I knew the thinner pasta would take less time than the linguini noodles the recipe called for. I just hoped the whole-wheat wouldn’t have any adverse effect aside of making it healthier.

It wasn’t long before a heavenly scent filled the air. A small taste confirmed that the broth tasted just as good as it smelled. It was time to add the pasta. Without really thinking it through, I decided that the noodles were so tiny I would need more of them, so I dumped the whole box in. That was a huge mistake.

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I tried my best to correct the disaster of a meal, but it had turned into a thick, gooey, inedible mess.

Instead of lovely home-cooked spaghetti dinner I had intended on feeding Mimi and Jaime, I ended up taking them out to Red Robin for dinner.  One can only hope they forget how he disastrous the last meal was by the time they get home (Although, knowing my family, this is going to be one of those things brought up time and time again.) and remember the fun, yet crazy we had getting it. 

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The Dreaded Temecula

One of my girlfriends called me at the end of last week to chat about something or other. After a moment or two of conversation, she seemed rather alarmed at my croaky voice and persistent cough.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“No,” I told her. “I’m pretty sure I have a severe case of Temecula.”

“Temecula?” My friend asked. “I haven’t heard of that. Although, I’m pretty sure there is a coastal town in California with that name.”

Hmmm…My friend may be on to something. The truth is, while I felt deathly ill, there isn’t really a dreaded disease by that name. Well, at least not that I am aware of. Most people call what I have, the Common Cold. What a boring name for something so completely miserable.

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It all started just a little less than thirty years ago. Shaun and I would drive up from San Diego up to Los Angeles to see my aunt and grandparents every month or two. Keep in mind that this was practically back in the cave days. There were no cell phones, no DVD players, no Spotify or iTunes or any of the wonderful stuff we have today to keep ourselves entertained. All we had was a car stereo with sketchy reception in the areas that hadn’t been developed between those two major cities yet. Oh yes, and each other to talk to.

Shaun and I have a love of word games. We often will say something that sets us off on a rhyming contest to see who can come up with the best rhyme in a sentence. Or maybe we will see a random word or name and instantly launch into some elaborate, yet highly plausible story up about that word. It was considered a win if we could actually convince the other to believe it. Of course, we had gotten rather skeptical of each other and were rarely convinced.

One of the words that we played with was the name of a town we saw on the freeway signs. “Temecula, next 3 exits.” Play with that in your mouth. Tem-ehhh-cuuuu-la. Draw the c out in the back of your throat. Do you see how it could sound like a horrible disease? We did. Somehow, this one word, and the silly meaning that we invented behind, it has stuck with us…and our children.

So whenever we have a miserable, yet harmless illness, we claim that we have the Dreaded Temecula. We are allowed to moan and groan and fully embrace our horrible fate until everyone else in the family is sick of us. Somehow, that makes it a little less miserable.

Don’t worry, it looks as though I will make a full recovery. I just hope I didn’t make anyone else sick…I don’t want to listen to their whining about having Temecula.

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It’s Time

Shortly after I posted my story about last year’s New Year’s Resolution, you know, the one about how it took me an entire year to make a simple apron, Shaun started asking me what my resolution for this year was going to be. He wanted to know, and may have been strongly hinting that it was to start blogging again. I just smiled and told him I hadn’t decided yet.

The fact was, that I had already decided that I was going to write every single day this year. It didn’t have to be a blog post. It could be something in my journal, a letter, a list…anything as long as I got myself in the habit of writing again. Sadly, my secret writing streak only lasted about two weeks. Apparently, I just wasn’t ready to start writing again.

Yet, I wanted to write. My imagination would take a simple little happening, a Slice of My Life, if you will, and started spinning it into a little story. My fingers would start to twitch and I would reach for the composition notebook that I haul around with my at all times. Somehow…the words would never quite make it onto the paper. The more times that happened, the harder it got to be. Writing was no longer flowing out of me.

I started to notice that every time I made the firm decision to set aside my keyboard, pen and paper, someone would come along and ask when I was going to blog again. Or even mention that they missed my stories. It amazes me how many people enjoyed and miss my writing. People that I had no idea were even aware that I had a blog. So, for them, I would buck up and decide to write something. Still, the words always felt choppy and just stayed in my notebook.

Although my poor blog is sadly dusty and neglected, I still enjoy scrolling my blog feed page. I enjoy peeking in on the world of my blog friends that are still posting, as well as several other interesting blogs I have found along the way. This evening it dawned on me that the month-long Slice Of Life challenge started today.

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Something in me surged up, “It’s time!” my soul sang out.

I have a lot of stories that I have been wanting to write. Yet…just didn’t. This month I’m going to write them down. I won’t worry if the words seem wrong or don’t flow the way I want them to. I’m just going to write them down. Only this time, my main audience will be myself. This month, I’m writing for me.

And you, Dear Reader are more than welcome to tag along to see what I come up with.

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