Monday, September 29, 2008

good news & bad news

i have
good news
and bad news.

the bad:
we've run out
of dr. bronner's soap.

the good:
the restocking trip
is official.

coming to america!

we will be in utah
dec. 20 - jan.10

please elate me
by telling me
we will cross paths.

Friday, September 26, 2008

sketch du jour




whoever
coined the term
creative outlet
really nailed it.


Thursday, September 25, 2008

everyone wins

please tell me
there won't come a day
when i have to 
take her along and let her
pick out her own boots.


as it is,
she loves whatever
i bring home to her.
and everyone wins, right?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

begging

she was trying
 to pull them out of the matisse book
ever since i pointed them out
to her yesterday.

she just can't forget
about the violins.

and was getting so frustrated
they just won't come out of the book.

she never asks me
to buy her anything.
but she just keeps begging me
to buy her a violin.

how can i not, right?
her birthday is coming up. . .

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

stashes

i remember in high school
i used to stash $5 bills
in my jeans pockets.
knowing that 
the day i found one,
it would make my day.


lately i found
two different stashes.
and they still 
make my day.

Monday, September 22, 2008

tea time

and when we were given
that old ceramic tea set,
we decided
it was about time
we started inviting avi
to our tea time.


and for the most part,


she behaved herself
very well.



though we do still
need to work on
what size bites to take.
(yes, i should have cut them)


(though it was pretty funny
when she reached for 
another apricot
as she was regurgitating
that big piece of apricot
she had chewed for 5 minutes
and gagged on)


Friday, September 19, 2008

cannoli snob


the pro and con list
of having your italian friend
drop by with some
fresh cannoli 
flown in from sicily:

pro:
10 minutes of decadence

cons:
fulfilling my sugar requirement
for the week in one sitting;
will never be able to 
return a comparable favor;
and becoming a cannoli snob
just like that--
no other cannoli will ever match up

but i'm still pretty sure
that pro outweighed the cons. . .

Thursday, September 18, 2008

sacrifice for science

when i found that little guy
on the hallway floor
i rescued him
and put him in a jar
with a few leaves and a stick,
poking holes in the lid.
the memories of doing this
as a child came
flooding back to me.
how many caterpillars we trapped,
fed, then watched fascinated
as they spun their cocoons.
and that was the end of that.
no butterflies.
those poor little things
were spinning their own coffins,
the only way to escape that jar.

and somehow i had a hunch
that this little guy,
who isn't even cute and fuzzy
may meet the same fate.
i had many thoughts of letting
the poor soul go.

but then decided to keep him in our glass trap
all in the name of 
letting the girls
have the same experience
i had over and over
many years ago.


and thus we are.
feeding, watching
(mostly for signs of life)
waiting. . .

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

treat du jour

that cold, cloudy
and already dark evening
spent in the warm lights of home
just begged for some
seasonal baking.


my dear friend susan's favorite:
pumpkin cookies
with orange glaze

2 1/2 c. flour
1/2 t. baking soda
1/2 t. salt
1 c. butter
1 c. sugar
1/2 c. brown sugar
1 large egg
1 15-oz. can pumpkin
2 T. orange juice
1 t. grated orange peel
1/2 c. chopped walnuts

combine butter and sugars,
and beat until creamy.  
add remaining ingredients,
beat until combined.
drop dough by rounded tablespoon
onto greased cookie sheets.
bake at 375 degrees for 12-14 min.
cool and frost.

orange glaze:
2 T. orange juice
1 T. grated orange peel
1 1/2 c. powdered sugar

combine in bowl until smooth,
drizzle over cookies.


Tuesday, September 16, 2008

only 3

i mean, she is only 3.

and when her sunday school teacher
approached me after church
and asked how
to get her to behave well in class
i wanted to say,
you have four children,
you tell me!

her idea was to invite us
over to her house
to get to know each other better
and meet her new puppy.

i thought it was a good idea.
except the puppy part.
milla was scared to death
and spent the whole time
climbing up my legs
or up onto the kitchen table.


but despite her
i want to go home
15 minutes after we got there,
she did come home saying
she wanted to go back.

so maybe it was successful after all.
i guess sunday will tell.

Monday, September 15, 2008

His house


there is just something to
the fact that 
she said "bye bye Jesus"
when we were leaving church.

that small rented space
in the building next to the health club
that we've made into a church
with the cold tile floors 
and the blue wood chips outside
is still His house.

and this thin spirit felt that.


Friday, September 12, 2008

yellow

and that piece i bought from 

i loved it.


small girl
semi-blurry past
very clear present
and quite unclear up ahead.
we pause to consider,
then we keep stepping
and it becomes
more and more clear
as we go.


Thursday, September 11, 2008

fall-izing




i guess mother nature
means business.
she robbed us of 20 precious degrees
over night.
and today was spent
fall-izing the house.
boots, hats, gloves, scarves,
the whole bit.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

little box

for as long as i can remember
i wanted to be famous.

i remember watching nadia
over and over and over
until i memorized the words.
then i would practice my cartwheels
in the backyard
and do her exercises in my room
every morning, all the while
picturing the movie
that would be made about me one day.

in 3rd grade
i declared that i would be
either an
artist, actor or author.
by 6th i had begun work on my first book,
and plunked the hours away
on that old typewriter,
writing of a family crossing the plains.
my class fed my ego by 
begging me to read it aloud,
whenever the teacher indulged me.

next i was inspired by bob ross
and his joy of painting.
yes, the afro "happy little painter."
i got myself his book and a set of paints,
and cried myself through
each painting
because they never looked quite like his.

by junior high
i was ready to be a rock star.
i started my own singing group
called prosperity
and was determined to
make it to the top,
starting out with those first little gigs
we had a the rotary club
and the town christmas show.

in high school
it was lynn hill who inspired me.
i began rock climbing 
and thought maybe,
just maybe someday. . .

and all these hopes and dreams
along with the others
i folded up and tucked away
into a little box.
and with the birth of my first child
i put that box up on a high shelf
out of reach.
and decided it was time
to help someone else
reach some dreams.

but that box goes unforgotten,
and no doubt i'll
pull it out from time to time.

and in the meantime
i will simply wallow
in being famous
to just 2 little people. . .


Monday, September 8, 2008

Friday, September 5, 2008

friday

friday
i'm in love.


sweet melon
and 
cafe del mar.


Thursday, September 4, 2008

beginning of the end


and when that
endless night
of hearing my door
creak open and then shut again
with the little visitor
coming in and out
with all sorts of requests
fulfilled in my half-sleep ended,
that little visitor was found
on that cold kitchen floor
fast asleep.

and thus began the
first day of preschool.




hand-holding
by mom & dad


but not much
reassuring was necessary.
as the only girl
in the group,
her sass almost seemed
to fill a niche.


and mom & dad stayed
for the first while,
only long enough to
lead her back to the group
during if you're happy and you know it
in hebrew 
when she slipped away to tell me
"mom, i'm falling asleep..."


Wednesday, September 3, 2008

fethiye











and summer
is officially over. . .