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“Will I be on the same bus as Bean?”
“Yup!”
A huge grin split Dragon’s cheeks, “Oh good!”
And I get to take all of the alphabet letters off the wall and think about how to utilize the chalkboard in a different way.
Read MoreAbout 14 years ago I purchased a “grounding sheet” for us to use to connect to the frequency of the earth. We used it until the silver fibers fell apart from the cloth and then life moved on. At the time, there was one place I could find on the internet that sold such things - and I am sure it was listed on QuackWatch.
Now you can purchase grounding bedsheets on Amazon. There are many many choices. Some of the companies also want to sell you red lights and infrared saunas. In other words, it is rabbit hole. You can purchase grounding shoes - which might augment your grounding efforts if you cannot walk around for 10-15 minutes a day barefoot.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds, as the two of you navigate the world of capitalism and your own want monsters - I want to reiterate a thought.
I just read Morgan Housel’s The Psychology of Money:Timeless lessons on wealth, greed, and happiness. My key takeaways are threefold:
#1 Compounding interest does its magic only if you give it enough time.
#2 The unexpected will happen and your life goals will shift.
#3 It is preferable to be wealthy than rich.
All three of these are important to grok as you grow. The first is a mathematical fact. The second is common sense.* It is the last nugget I want to expand.
Read MoreBranches groan under soft tender flesh and hard pits
Can this be our life?
To wander rows, looking for a deeper color
Pick a peach warm from the tree
Read More“The dance party was really great. When is the next one?”
“When do you want to host one?”
Ahhhh, not quite what I meant. But I can’t pretend that doing something useful didn’t cross my mind. “I don’t think we are up for a dance party - but a garden party to honor what is happening in Uganda - that sounds like fun.”
Read More“Dragon, I am not paying for you to play with the digging tool. I am paying you to weed.” Argh, I do not like that sentence. Boss Woman Hat doesn’t feel good. But - I am paying him and he is faffing and he needs to learn this.
“Okaaaayyyy.” Halfhearted swipes recommenced.
I look over at his pile. Corinna, he is 7. Do not compare his pile with your pile. “Dearest, if you want to do something else. I understand.”
“No! I want the sword! We figured it out. I work an hour for four days and I will have enough to buy it with my own money.”
Read MoreDearest beloveds,
The fun thing about where we live is that very different places are within half a days drive. For one week north to visit a different country, a new city, and practice another language. For another week southeast to eat freshly shucked oysters, watch sea birds, and do puzzles when it rained. Back to back. As my dear friend E said, This sounds like one of those ideas that seemed perfect in December.
Be that as it may, it has given your mother ample time in the car to contemplate travel: why people do it, the point of it, and the different tourist modalities.
Read MoreA few months ago I went to the Tentrr website to update our opening dates for our Tentrr Signature Glamping site (home of the grazing goats!)
What is the world?
There was no more website. No communication. Nothing. It was only after doing a bit of digging that I found a FB page talking about the company declaring bankruptcy.
All of our templates, emails, reviews, gone with the wind.
So, after a bit of scrambling and false starts we have landed on Hipcamp.
Read MoreBefore we slept here, I marked you with tape,
keeping you save from slash of the saw
to honor your grandeur and years of life
- many oaks became eight.
Read MoreDearest Beloveds,
“Momma, can we go and play in the snow?”
Ohhhh, I can barely move. “Of course.” I looked over at your father. “Babe, can you be in charge of getting the children dressed for snowplay?”
“They don’t need help.” A huge grin cracked your father’s face. “They can do it all by themselves.”
Oh Thank GOD. “Mimi is the best. Thank God for grandmothers.”
Just back from my bone marrow transplant, barely able to dress myself, you two being able to dress yourselves to play outside was a huge gift. Gone forever was the hand-holding, the cajoling, the hide-and-seek, the reminders. As I listened - from a different room - to you two getting dressed - I realized I had been coddling you. That was two years ago.
Read MoreEarlier this month there was a missive from Bean’s school. As the Hudson Valley deals with the deluge of spongy moth caterpillar, small dark caterpillars that can cause skin irritations… students will be kept off blacktops and playgrounds to limit the chances of exposure.
I was flummoxed. Spongy moth caterpillars?* Falling from the sky? Two days later in the soccer fields I continually picked off 1/2 inch long black wiggles from skin, clothing, bag, water bottle, chair, other people’s shirts, etc. They are falling from a clear sky and I am at least 300 yards from the tree line. What in the world?!
And both children broke out in itchy hives wherever one lingered too long on bare skin.
Read More“Momma, are you ready for FULL ATTACK?!”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I am going to go in there and BE VICIOUS!”
“Okay, Dragon, go in there and be vicious - let’s see what happens.”
In November, we planted winter greens in the greenhouse. Hesitant to glean too much, we were very judicious in our harvesting. Suddenly March brought a few days in the 70s and the greenhouse went into overdrive. A good lesson from Mother Nature - gorge while you can.
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