Friday, May 17, 2019

flying, flashfloods, and fireballs

Hi World!

The play is over, I just completed four consecutive mornings of (mostly unproductive) writing, and, on the way home from town today, I picked up Vice from Red Box for a date night movie with my lover man and a bag of poblano chiles (from the store, not Red Box) to stuff with cheese and onions and wrap in warm flour tortillas for tonight’s supper (and for my lunch, because I was too excited to wait that long).

Also, I just ate four chocolates, my younger daughter discovered a dead mouse in the trap upstairs (and screamed bloody murder), and there’s a load of laundry in the machine.

Thrills, my life is.

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So this is happening:



a baby muscle, yay!

There was a Mother’s Day special — mothers train free for three weeks — so I decided, why not? If my girls can do it, I can, too.

It’s killing me though. Seriously killing me. By the end of each class, I’m flat on my back on the floor, gasping for air, every muscle in my body — arms, butt, thighs, stomach, back — sizzling and burning.

One week down, two to go, heaven help me.

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In other news, a small breeze inspired our trampoline to slam itself into a tree and die.



My husband says that's the tree giving us the middle finger for cutting it down — Take that, Murches!

We’ve gone through so many trampolines, I’ve lost count. Anyone have an old one they want to off-load?

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Friends came for supper and the kids set off a whopper of a fireball.





Because we like to go all out for guests.

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After two years of being on a waitlist to be a ride-along with AirCare 5 Medevac, my son finally got called up.



He got two, back-to-back flights, lucky kid.



And then, upon delivering one of the stroke victims to the hospital, he got to see the doctor insert some sort of thingy into the guy's thigh and then watch on the giant screen as it snaked up through the body on its way to the brain to destroy a blood clot.

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Yesterday, my older son and daughter took off to go camping in the boonies for several days.


My son had been planning this trip for a couple months now — the light at the end of the tunnel after all those months of study. (That he considers being far removed from technology and a dry bed and running water "A Light At The End Of The Tunnel" baffles me to no end. Is he really my child?)

I asked them if they had something to read —or playing cards or something — and they were like, Nah.

"But what will you do the whole time?" I asked, distressed.

"Throw rocks in the water," my daughter said.

"Survive," my son said.



Three other guys are joining them tonight. Also, it’s supposed to rain, and since they are camping in a valley next to a river, I made my son read the first couple pages of Jeannette Walls’ Half Broke Horses in which there is a flash flood. Just, you know, so he knows to climb a tree if he hears the ground start to rumble.

This same time, years previous: the quotidian (5.14.18), inclusion, surprise!, driving home the point, the quotidian (5.16.16), Captain Morgan's rhubarb sours, maseca cornbread, a burger, a play, and some bagels, 'twas an honor.

3 comments:

  1. i LOVE that book. one of my all-time favorites...

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  2. Our trampoline was ripped through the middle by who knows how many teens on it all at the same time...who were suddenly all on the ground in the middle. Got what they were asking for we said.

    This week we watched 'A Matter of Sex' which I think should have been gender. Excellent movie about Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Good for teens too. Fully dressed sex scene fades out and is not repeated. Very thought provoking.

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  3. I think your life is thrilling!!

    Also, I cannot understand your kids wanting to go camping with no entertainment along. Were we ever like that!? I guess. I think my need for books/journal/sewing started after I had kids. . . ? Why?

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