This morning on the way to school, Luke was telling me about some books
he wants to get from the library. They read one in his kindergarten
class, and he was excited to tell me that at the end, there's a page
where the author talks about what he was thinking when he wrote the
story. I was like, "that's pretty cool, seeing inside the writer's
mind." Claire piped up and said she will tell me what's going on in her
mind:
Princesses and monkeys. The monkeys chase the princesses all around.
She's a pretty awesome kid.
Some things going through my mind:
Today is a sad, strange day. It's my Aunt Helen's funeral and also the
seventh anniversary of my dad's death. I wonder how things would be if
he were still here. What would he think of the disarray my life's
become? Would he feel sorry for me or tell me to get it together?
Would he be healthy, seven years after a bone marrow transplant, or
would he be fragile? Would he like spending time with my kids? Would
he request that I make him a banana cream pie? Would we listen to
albums and go to doo wop concerts together? Would he let me take photos
of him? Would our stubborn personalities still clash? Would he want
to change my oil and check my brake fluid level?
I worry about my sister and my mom. I'm somehow The Strong One, but I
question my ability to be supportive. If I offer a hug, will if feel
strange to them? If I say I'm sad, will they think I'm going to break
down into a blubbery mess?
I'm participating in a photo shoot this Saturday night with The
Photographer Who Makes Women Look Amazing. Model participation is
tricky. Hard to know who's going to show. I'm still getting my hopes
up. I need the practice and I rarely get the chance to shoot indoors,
since I have no lighting equipment of my own. If you're interested in
modeling, please let me know. We are casual, comfortable, and laid back
and dig all personalities, shapes, and looks. Shoot will be south of
Dayton, OH.
I'm getting ready to download The Pioneer Woman's free Photoshop
actions. I've not done it to this point because it scares me. I take a
photo and mess around with it in Photoshop...rather minimally. But
what I do to it comes from my mind, from my fingers. Not a one-click
set of actions created by someone else. Kinda, each picture I take is
my painting and I sort of want the finishing touches to be my own.
However, all that said, why not try her actions out? Might be fun.
Might learn little tricks or different ways to tell a story. It's FREE!
I've been thinking a bit about sense of family lately. Sometimes I get
envious of other families...families with a mom and a dad and kids who
live together and do family things and support one another. Sometimes I
miss that family feeling. I liked being married and having our
family. I wonder if I understood how it feels to lose that, if I would
have taken my family for granted a lot less. Neither here nor there,
it's in the past. I'm pretty damn lucky to have experienced that. Sort
of related to the family thing, some nights I get the "ooh, it would be
nice to be snuggled up on the couch watching Arrested Development with
an awesome guy" pang. But then I think of all the things that go with
having that kind of guy around. The commitment, the answering to
someone else, the thought of letting that person down, the thought of
being let down by that person, the fact that he can't remember what you
told him five times....get what I'm saying? Yeah, I think I'm good
snuggling up with my laptop to watch quirky tv comedies.
Monkeys chasing princesses....crazy.
1 comment:
Your kids have the most amazing imagination! I am envious, I don't have half the imagination they do.
You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit. You are an amazing mom, sister, daughter, friend, woman, person.
I am grateful each and every day that we met 25 years ago! Can you believe it has been that long? To me, you are family. Less than 3!!!
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