Friday, May 29, 2015

Before and

Well, we did it.  Another school year down.
It's bittersweet for me.  I love the summer, the long days, staying out late, 
sleeping in, slowing down, exploring the neighborhood, 
staying in swimming suits all day, and "mom's school".
But I have to admit, I really like the structure that school provides. 
 I'm pretty sure, come mid-July, I'll be ready for my schedule.
and on their last day of school.
They are cute, and I am glad they are mine.

Claire Elizabeth, 7th grade:

Jane Bronwyn, 6th grade:

Oliver Christian, 4th grade:

Nicholas Jones, 2nd grade:

And Lottie for good measure:

Happy Weekend!!!!!!
Need more patience?  I do too. (spiritual Enlightenment)

Thursday, May 28, 2015


 I think Nicholas has a phobia of paper.  
A phobia- or fear of paper is called "papyrophobia".
He hates touching paper to his skin.  At first I thought it was just 
because he didn't want to do his homework, 
but then realized quickly that he'd do his homework 
but only if he had a plastic bag around his hands.
We are going to get this figured out before 3rd grade next year.
The Little Nies and I discussed other phobias we had. 
 I, (as you may know) have trypophobia-as do Claire and Jane.
And come to find out, none of us like the feel of towels.  
(which is called Apollophobia)
I don't know if this is genetic or not, 
but I prefer to call them "quirks" not phobias.
Do you think our pioneer ancestors had phobias?  
I have a hard time believing they had time--or even the luxury of 
having phobias.  They were probably too worried about where their next
 meal would come from and stuff like that.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Big Deal.

Today in the pouring rain, I ran some errands.
First stop was to the dry cleaners.  I ran (in the rain...remember) 
from my car to the store and was informed that since the 
Memorial holiday, all pick-ups were backed up.
They would call me when the clothes were done. 
I hope that phone call comes soon since Mr. Nielson's dark suit 
is needed for this weekend.
I got back in the car and went to the post office to pick up
 my mail and found out that that Mr. Nielson 
 had picked up the mail earlier that day. 
Strike 2.
Strike 3 was at the grocery store where I forgot half the things on my list and
 "blindly" bought what I thought I needed.  
Turns out it I didn't need any of it.
Last stop/strike: the bread store where the delicious fresh bread 
was still baking in the oven.  
So I bought yesterdays bread.  I know, I know, Big deal.  
Except fresh bread is sooooo good.
I thought as I drove home--still in the rain and empty handed,
that every woman has probably had a day like this and you'd probably
 high-five me because you've had a very similar day at one point in your life.
And these little things really aren't that big of a deal. 
 Inconvenient yes, but not that big of a deal.
Then I thought about my friend Lindsay who recently lost her husband.
That's a big deal.
There are SO many more bigger deals.
Today was not a big deal.

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