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Time Bandits

March 11, 2013 - 7:34pm -- swingbug

The first Monday after the end of daylights saving time always kills me.

I'm not a morning person; this we know. You go ahead and get the worm. I'd rather sleep another two hours and have a muffin anyway. But to be back to waking up in pre-dawn hours is just too rude for words. It's hard enough for me to match my clothes with some daylight to aid me, you know?

I love the long afternoons though.

On the First Day of Christmas

December 25, 2012 - 10:28pm -- swingbug
Cheers. Here's to kids who ask what reindeer hooves would sound like on the roof, to wrapping paper all over the living room, to cousins who giggle so much together that they hardly get a word in between, to family who argue about politics even when we're all on the same side, to homemade cookies, and homemade music, to family, and family, and Christmas. May your days be merry and bright.

Parasites, and Other Holiday Festivities

December 16, 2012 - 4:12pm -- swingbug

I glance out the car window at the tree strapped to the roof. "Well, that was pretty easy."

"Yep. I think we're set now." In the rear view mirror a pile of small fir branches are waving around, awaiting wreathage at home.

"We still need mistletoe."

"Right."

The kid pipes up from the backseat. "What's mistletoe?"

"A parasitic plant."

"Sucks the life out of trees."

"Poisonous."

"Probably full of narguls."

"The ancient druids nailed it to the doors of newly-weds to increase fertility."

Newcomer

September 16, 2012 - 8:41pm -- swingbug
Weasley

Meet Weasley, lately of the Yolo County Animal Shelter. He's about one year old. He has a few freckles on his nose. The whiskers on the left side of his face are mostly black, and on the right, mostly white. There are tufts of fur that stick out between the toes of his rather large feet.

Apples to...

June 4, 2012 - 9:53pm -- swingbug

I picked up the junior version of Apples to Apples over the weekend, which was an instant hit with my kid. He needs help with the occasional word but for the most part it's a great game for small fry. We don't quite have enough people in the house for a good rousing game, so a stuffed rabbit sits in as our fourth, and wins the hand more often than you'd expect.

Statistics

April 29, 2011 - 8:09pm -- swingbug

I was halfway through writing a flippant post about trivial things. It will have to wait.

I got a text from my dad this afternoon. Call home, is what it basically said. With gravity. I had time to think, “Dad’s had to make too many of these calls lately,” before I went outside and pushed call back.

Out of respect for... out of respect... Jesus, I don’t even know. I’m not going to share it. That’s the point. It took Dad a full five minutes to get the words out to tell me. I don’t know what I could possibly say to you.

Rats of Various Descriptions

April 17, 2011 - 8:15pm -- swingbug

Getting dressed on Saturday morning for our family outing took longer than usual. Luke shuffled back and forth through the box we pulled down for him, modeling different outfits and mismatching pieces before he finally decided on a Peter Pan shirt under the long tunic with the wooden sword. While he filled a pouch with coins from his piggy bank, Shawn and I took turns doing each other’s hair. Shawn hunted down various peripherals while I decided what basics I could manage to carry in a costume with no pockets what-so-ever. This is why I generally dress as a peasant.

Out of Doors

January 18, 2011 - 9:17pm -- swingbug

It’s funny how a littlest thing can change your perspective. My dad recently gifted me a little redwood cabinet he made ‘round about the time I was born. When I was a kid, it hung in our kitchen. There were creamers in it. Two of them were shaped like cows.

I don’t know what happened to the creamers, but the little cabinet found its way to my house and on Sunday, I hung it in our bathroom. Which prompted me to sort through all my hairpins and corral them into little jars that fit nicely in the cabinet. Shawn and I stood back to admire the addition.

Halloween, Part 3 of 3: Rest in Peace

October 31, 2010 - 7:09pm -- swingbug

While strolling through a cemetery on a romantic getaway last weekend, my folks happened upon a tombstone that reminded them of me. (And to those of you out there who may have questioned why I am the way I am, you now have your answer.) Specifically, my dad said, "Think you and Shawn might have gotten along with this couple had your paths crossed in the right time."

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