Saturday, February 28, 2015

Laundry list

Harris Teeter, Whitaker Square

stuffs to look at this weekend...

My medium? Butter, bacon, cheese, and other tasty foodstuffs


Step One: borrow someone else's husband

The first slavery museum in America
The memorial had lately become a source of controversy among locals, who were concerned that it would be too disturbing. “It is disturbing,” Cummings said as he pulled out past Whitney’s gate. “But you know what else? It happened. It happened right here on this road.”
Marital advice from Ogden Nash

How a book club is keeping ex-offenders out of jail

Phoebe, the Flat-Coat (Forsyth County Animal Control)
Character is a primary and outstanding asset of the Flat-Coat. He is a responsive, loving member of the family, a versatile working dog, multi-talented, sensible, bright and tractable. In competition the Flat-Coat demonstrates stability- and a desire to please with a confident, happy and outgoing attitude characterized by a wagging tail. 
 source: Flat-Coated Retriever Society of America

THE chicken schnitzel recipe

Why I will never move to Florida

Monday, February 23, 2015

Faster, slower

Leaving a funeral at Mt. Tabor yesterday, I reminded the oldest that we still had to do the grocery shopping. He immediately asked if we could go to Harris Teeter rather than Food Lion.

It will be faster, Mom.

No, no it won't.

Of course it will. It's right here. Please, Mom.

I sighed, then acquiesced.


An hour later, he realized that it was not faster, that it was in fact markedly slower, that Sunday afternoon shopping at Harris Teeter is a social experience loosely framed around an activity, much like attendance at the Kiwanis Pancake Jamboree.

And he considered grousing but then decided to make the most of the fact that friends and strangers alike were tickled by his somber attire. When an acquaintance told him he looked like he stepped out of a magazine, he immediately began searching out empty aisles, then striking poses while holding terrible products. An older gentleman's request that my too-tall-too-soon son reach a package of crackers on the top shelf became the opening for the Cracker Butler, a new persona, and the oldest bowed his head ever so slightly as he passed the crackers.

Ninety minutes in found me chit-chatting away with my dearest neighbor, and the oldest began amusing himself by sneaking insane items into the cart which went undiscovered until the checkout, where he laughingly pointed out the carted oddities.

And then, finally, we were done.

Put back the cart, please.

Two hours, Mom. Two hours.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's OK. I had fun.

And in one last burst of childhood, he pushed off and rode the cart to the outside corral, where he joyfully crashed it into place.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Not so much a fan

Salsa is trying to remember why she ever liked snow. She did once. She just doesn't anymore.

(It's OK, Salsa. Come inside where it is warm.)

I am hopeful the schools will open tomorrow.

update: denied.

Monday, February 16, 2015

On being out-of-doors in the snow on a Monday

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015


George has taken up the violin. Only he would prefer it to be referred to as the fiddle, and he wishes the charming young lady who leads the weekly small group lesson at his school would hurry along and get to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". Instead he is suffering through "Twinkle Twinkle", and frankly so are we.

Here is two years younger, small boy voice George* getting his uke devil on:

*Gah, I miss my baby. I turned around, and he grew up. Horrible.

Sunday, February 08, 2015

Laundry List

stuffs to look at this fine afternoon...

You ate the pancakes, but where does the money go?

Holy parental overreaction, Batman

Can this school ever be made safe?

Cat that looks like a member of the band KISS (Forsyth County Animal Shelter) - adopted!

Fast but not fast food: the menu at PDQ, which just opened its first Winston location on Stratford

These young people are ruining the English language

"But mostly I think of the birth mother who doesn’t want to meet me. How scared she must be. How alone she must feel. What a leap of faith she is taking. She is preparing to send her tiny daughter out into the world with the hope that all will be well. I filled out papers and wrote letters and got a home study and I hoped and I dreamed, but she is doing all the work. She is surrendering a piece of her soul to the universe and hoping for the best."
I hated everything about America until I moved here

Wednesday, February 04, 2015


My goodness but Deweys at Thruway has upped the cake artistry recently. Not shown: the stained glass looking stunners.

Tuesday, February 03, 2015

Ladybug, ladybug

I almost didn't go teach art after work today. I have been feeling... not OK the last few days, and so when another parent texted me this morning with a kind offer to lead art today, I readily agreed. Then I immediately backed down, saying if that parent could just come assist, I would be there. Then I promptly kicked myself for not letting go, not letting someone else do instead of me.

But if I had not taught art today, I wouldn't have been able to watch one of George's classmates make the above, seen him concentrate and still his body, repeatedly look to the example laybug, ink his finger and slowly press it down, heard him count one-two-three-four-five-six as he added dots. He wouldn't have brought me his card at the end to show me, and I wouldn't have seen that swarm of happy, yellow ladies all heading east.

And that would have been a shame, because those bugs bring me indescribable joy. So too those sweet kids.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Take them where you find them

Harbingers of happiness, that is. Take them where you find them and let yourself be comforted by familiarity found where least expected.

Earlier today I had a cerebral angiogram performed, which in my rankings of un-fun tests squeezed right in at second place behind "lumbar puncture" (waaaaay out in front). 

I was comforted, though, when I looked up while laying in the contraption and saw the name of the maker: Siemens. To me the name conjures up Walt Disney World, specifically the Spaceship Earth ride at Epcot, the signs for which note "presented by Siemens" with the word Siemens in their corporate font. And so focusing on the name Siemens, in the Siemens font, reassured me tremendously while I was having an incision made in my femoral artery during this, the second most un-fun test.

Afterward, arriving at the room where I had to lay still and completely flat for the next four hours, I found no such happy reassurer in my upward vista. But when I was sat up late in the afternoon, I was positively greeted by a cheery, familiar motif.

I am home now, and while I am exceptionally sore and will not have the results until my followup appointment, I feel tremendous hope that now we will have all the answers. And as soon as possible, as soon as we can treat and fix whatever, I plan to put all this behind me, and my family, and head to the only logical place to celebrate.

I cannot wait.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Meet not-Hadley

I loved Hadley so much that the idea of not having a little, gray cat around was killing me. Enter Roxy, the newest member of our household, who arrived via the Guilford County Shelter. She is not Hadley, but she is extraordinarily outgoing, and her presence lifts my spirit tremendously. She is content to let me hold her and cuddle her for a few seconds. Generally, though, she gallops around the house, jumping on every available surface and glaring at the dogs if they deign to enter the same room.

I love her already.

note to KR: I told you so.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Come summer

Come summer, I will eat popsicles daily, feel the ice slide down my throat and open my mouth to breathe heavily when it does. Come summer, I will pack snacks and children and dog and boots and flee to the creek at Pilot Mountain where it's ten degrees cooler. Come summer, I will sit on my swing bench at dusk and watch tiny bats aloft overhead, thrilling that they eat mosquitos. Come summer, I will rouse children with the call, "Wake up, sleepyheads, it's noon," then  let them sleep another half hour. Come summer, come summer.