Sunday, January 31, 2010
After learning that an old friend is quite sick, I just spent some time flipping through photo albums. There are pictures of prom, of camping trips, of funny moments. I look back at those photos, at my friends, and we all seemed so carefree. I don't think we actually were carefree, but I know we were happy. Can we really compare the tragedies of our teens and twenties (getting dumped, failing a course, fighting with parents) to the concerns of our thirties (sick parents, sick children, loss of employment)? I guess suffering is relative. So is joy.
And it's strange because even when I look back at photos of myself when Kieran was so seriously sick, there are photos where I'm smiling, laughing even. All I remember from those days is grief and fear but something made me laugh. I know it wasn't just a pose for the camera. I see genuine happiness on my face.
It says something about the human spirit. That in the face of fear, injustice, and suffering, joy can still bubble to the surface.
Remembering. Praying. Hoping.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Don't worry, though. I'm still as busy as the rest of the world. I've been writing plays, rehearsing plays, marking plays, and begin auditioning for plays tomorrow. My life is about plays.
Shari and I had an official knitting lesson from Jackie last week. I opted for a project that doesn't require a pair. That way, once I finish making my hat, it's finished. I don't have to start all over and that simply increases the chances that I'll complete it.
There's something to this knitting thing. I know why Jackie "gets her knit on" during times of stress and why Ruthie has been encouraging me for years. One can chat while knitting (unlike the anti-social hobby of writing or reading) and at the same time, produce a home-made item that's good for the soul. So, rather than sit around with friends and talk about our worries/fears/problems, we kind of work them away. We might talk about the dark side but our hands are busy so somehow it's cleansing. I find that, at the end of the day during this long and emotional week, knitting gives me solace.
Writing gives me escape.
Knitting grounds me.
But I never expected my little knitting project to be so coveted. That's why the photo above shows my knitting laying on the floor. It's not because I'm a slob who just tosses things onto the floor--don't worry, mom. It's because my cat finds it no matter where I put it. It's because my three year old likes to "twirl it so fast." I have to hide my knitting and I can't knit in front of child or feline. Strange. I always pictured myself by the fire knitting while my cat slept beside me and my child read on the floor. Instead, it's like I'm defending the Holy Grail from falling into the wrong hands.
I think Mike is after my knitting as we speak. What diabolical dead is he planning?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
-add 1/4 cup of vinegar to a bucket of warm water and wash with a mop or cloth
-You may need to rinse with fresh water
-vinegar is a natural disinfectant
-it removes dirt well and leaves things shiny
-don't leave large pools to dry
-2 teaspoons white vinegar with a quart of water in a spray bottle
-spray on and wipe clean with a cloth
Scouring Powder for Sinks and Tubs:
-cover surface with baking soda
-scrub with a plastic scouring pad
-if you want to let the surface "soak" mix a little dish soap or castile soap with the baking soda to make a paste
Quick wash for countertops, tubs, and sinks
I love castile soap. It's vegetable based, removes soap scum well, smells good, and rinses away easily. I use Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap (love the Hemp Pure-Castile Lavender). In Brockville, you can get it at New Horizons but I've seen it at many health food stores. A 16 oz bottle is about $11 and lasts for months. The bottle is very strange but the contents work great. To clean the tub and shower surround, I squirt a little on one of those shower "poofs" that we all have lying around (mine's actually attached to a broom stick), scrub, and rinse. So quick. Nothing toxic.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
It's a reprint of the "Girls Check Your Girls" column that appeared in The Brockville Voice.
How exciting to see my writing in a publication I've so enjoyed over the years.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
"You hurt me."
"Oh...but you're a puppy."
Then, in sphinx, a small child stood on my back. I don't know if my body's ever going to be the same. Why didn't I practice when he was small and immobile?
In cobbler pose, I was struck in the eye with my wool yoga strap.
"Okay, that's enough. That really hurt mommy."
"Oh...sorry Don Diego."
Why don't you have him do yoga with you? you might ask. He does a few poses and this is lovely. However, a preschooler attention span, or at least my preschooler's attention span, is a little short these days.
Maybe, I should do my twenty minutes at night. But-oh-so-tired.
Love, love, love my child. But...lamenting my hour-long yoga sessions.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
We went sledding several times, played in the yard, and today, took our boy skating for the first time. It was short-lived because it was so chilly but we all enjoyed it.
When we got home, Mike lit a fire in the backyard. There's something soothing about sitting around a fire having hot drinks even when it's fifteen below. After all we've been through, I'm glad we can still find joy in our daily lives.
Thanks to our dear friends who keep getting us out of the house!
Life goes on...