Trick and Treat

October 31, 2014 - 6:39pm -- swingbug

Halloween has arrived, and with it, one of my favorite traditions: All Hallow's Read. And so, dear friends, I give you two stories for your contemplation on this dark and stormy end-of-October day. I read these both in the last couple of weeks, to get into the spirit of things. I offer you the same spirits.

 

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, by Washington Irving

Full Dark

October 8, 2014 - 7:15am -- swingbug

I looked outside last night at 7pm and it was well past dusk and moving on to full dark. I guess it's fall.

My summer hopes for a glorious pumpkin patch in my front yard fell short. The dry crunchy pumpkin vines out there have yielded one softball sized lumina and nothing else thus far. I did get some lovely pumpkin flowers anyway. And I can console myself that we're sticking to our advised water rationing guidelines, and also supporting my local farmers at the pumpkin patch down the road.

All Dressed Up and...

September 2, 2014 - 3:12pm -- swingbug

On Saturday, I was putting my hair up for ballet class when my seven-year old walked into the bathroom.

"You look very pretty in that suit you're wearing, Mommy. Are you going to a party?"

"Thank you, sweetie, but no, I'm going to ballet class."

I paused for a second to consider how my son might have gotten the idea that a leotard and tights constituted appropriate evening attire. "And also, it's possible that we're reading too many superhero comics."

Machines, Knitting Karma, and other Miscellany

August 29, 2014 - 9:04am -- swingbug

Today is the anniversary of the day that Skynet would have become self-aware and begun the war between man and machine. So everyone shout out a thanks to Sarah Connor for squashing Arnold Schwarzenegger's metal skeleton in a mechanical press and then blowing up a tech company, thus adverting the apocalypse. I hear those are a bummer.

Of course that was in 1997, or the 1984 version of a 1997 that didn't happen.

All of which is a long and complicated way of saying the future has arrived, the world hasn't ended, and somehow we're still not cruising around in flying cars.

2 a.m.

August 11, 2014 - 11:25am -- swingbug

"We're pretty good team," is what goes through my head. Weird thought to occur at 2 a.m. while you and your husband are managing a vomiting child, but perhaps every thought is weird at 2 a.m.

I hadn't been sleeping well that night. Neither of us had, I think, though there were no obvious outward signs of trouble brewing in the next room. I got up to use the bathroom and came back to find the light on in the kiddo's room. I altered course and found my husband speaking soothing words and holding a bowl for a puking child.

Rarely a dull moment around here.

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