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Monthly Archive for October, 2010

When a Little Paint Doesn't Hurt

That I feel like collapsing on Fridays right around three p.m. is a habit I’m trying to break.  But by that time–usually before– I’ve reached the end of my words or at least words that make any sense, and I just want to sit.  And answer no questions.  Especially those involving paint.  Only that didn’t happen yesterday.  […]

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When Apples Turn to Gold

Two weekends ago when it was sunny and the chances of finding a parking spot at the pumpkin patch or an unclaimed pumpkin were near nil, we stepped on the gas to Eastern Washington for something completely un-pumpkin.  Something close to heaven.  Something apple.  Something called Cider. That my parents have apple trees and more recently […]

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Found in Translation

Other than the addtional weight in the back of the cart, the lack of space for groceries and the occasional snicker, it was as if my daughter wasn’t even in the store.  Her bulky coat hung half over the side, as she held a Garfield book up to her face and read.  She was easy. My […]

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Righteous Robing

Four years ago I mistook myself for someone who wore a bathrobe, and I bought one.  A big ol’, fluffy, white thing that could hide a car, if necessary.  Which is what it felt like I was doing when I wore it that single afternoon for six minutes or so.  I’d taken a full look at my pregnant self […]

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Library Solo

It scarcely mattered that we were at the library.  Or that the general consensus at the library was to talk in hushed tones.  What mattered was my son had a song in his heart.  Apparently bursting to get out.  And so while others snapped up from their books or peeked covertly around the bookcases, or tore their eyes away from their computer […]

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When the Potty Train Derails

As the potty training has progressed–albeit like a snail out for a stroll–we’ve gotten careless.  About the wipes.  And the fact that they ought to–under no circumstance–be removed from the van.  Which they were, uh…some time ago.  Or we ran out.  One of those. Only tonight, twenty-five miles from home, there wasn’t time to discuss the […]

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The Laugh to Die For

My husband gave the fake foot-stamp like he might bolt from his chair after our son whose bare bottom was wagging in the doorway.  Which was enough.  Our son squealed his way to the kitchen.  But returned quickly with his chest still rising and falling fast and his eyes dancing in anticipation.  By which time my husband pounced on his ribs and tickled him […]

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Despite a small boy’s stomach growling at 5 am this morning and requiring him to tell his mother that only cereal would fill the void.  And despite being that mother who descended the stairs with one ungummed eye and returned with an apple, sliced and peeled.  And thus sat hunched on the bottom bunk while the […]

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Because the Candles are Tired

It would not matter if I straightened the Fall decorations on our coffee table twice an hour.  Or if I bothered to count the kernels in the carpet someone picked off the Indian corn.  Or if I paused at three, five and seven o’ clock to restock the cornucopia with its missing fake fruit.  Or pulled an […]

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Making it Through Monday

It was seven-fifteen, maybe earlier, when our naked tricylist pedaled down the hallway, a plastic jack-o-latern stuffed with decorative corn hanging from his handle bar and a TV cable dragging behind his seat.  I merely looked up.  And then down.  As the day appeared to have taken off without me. This same child would sit down for breakfast […]

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