Sunday, September 14, 2014

Threading beads on a string ...

Doing housework is like threading beads on a string with no knot at the end. Never-effing-ending.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Ch-ch-ch-changes ...

Today I am redecorating my home office. It occurred to me while visiting a friend's handmade soap/vintage linens shop that I, too, could have the shabby chic look in at least one room in my house ~ without having to get my husband's permission. My office, then, is in transition. I've been spray painting much of the morning ~ small metal pieces, mostly, spraying them white. Already covered a favorite reading chair in white (a flat sheet, tucked in just so ...) ~ switching out brown and blue-striped curtain panels with breezy/gauzy ones. It's all starting to come together. And I am pleased. #smalljoys



Sunday, September 7, 2014

I really hate goodbyes

I always feel like I've been punched in the gut when one of the kids leaves ... back to school, back to Omaha, back to a midtown apartment.
This time, it's Ryan, my only son, my middle child, my sensitive boy, who's returning to MU after a short weekend stay. He's been home for the better part of a year, and now he's gone again. I know he has to leave; I know he loves academia; I just hate when the leaving part happens.
I am always a sappy, emotional sad-sack when I stand out in the driveway, waving, as one of the kids backs his or her car out. I think, Is this the last time I'm ever going to see my son? My daughter?
Mother worry takes over and suddenly the possibility of Any Crisis become a Very Real Possibility.
I worry about car wrecks and blown-out tires on the interstate. With my girls, I worry about abductions and assaults. I worry about my kids feeling lonely and homesick ...and I worry about me, 'cause I'm the one who feels lonely when the house grows quiet.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Freelance writer perk #14

Wouldn't you like to be here right about now?

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Missing Mom

Today would have been my mom's 69th birthday. I still can't believe she's not in this world. I miss her phone calls, most of which went like this:
Me: Hi, Mom. What are you doing?
Mom: Not a damn thing.
Me: You should get out of the house today. Get some fresh air.
Mom: I don't need fresh air.
Me: (changing the subject) What's Kimmie making for dinner? (Mom went to live in the basement of her house when my sis Kim moved in with her partner and two children.)
Mom: Burger King. I'm so damn tired of hamburgers.
Me: I'm making (pick one) a) enchiladas; b) meatloaf; c) spaghetti and meatballs ...
Mom: Ooooooh, boy, does that sound good. When are you bringing me a plate?
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Then I would promise a visit, which generally didn't happen, because Mom lived fifty miles away and I hated going to the house that wasn't her house anymore, and seeing her deteriorate physically and emotionally .... So. Hard.
‪#‎wishIcouldcookformymomnow‬ ‪#‎missingmom‬ ‪#‎theimportanceofmendingfences‬ ‪#‎callyourmother‬


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Obama ... in the (coffee) house

Hey, now. Look who stopped in for a cup of joe at a coffee house in Parkville, Missouri.
My favorite president.
Dang, I wish I were there!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Glorious weather, glorious golf

Guess what I'm doing today?
Yup. Hitting the greens.
GORGEOUS blue skies. Temp: low 80s. Is this really July in Kansas City?