December 14, 2012
What an epic morning! I am rarely in a good mood but today I felt energized by running around getting ready for Arlo’s birthday party tomorrow.
Or maybe it was the half-gallon of pedialyte I drank yesterday after battling diarrhea and retching the night before.
I went to my second home, Whole Foods, to pick up some party provisions and at the counter I was reminded why I am happy to give them all my money.
Checking out, I turned my head for a second and the cashier threw away my tea. He apologized, sent me off to get a new one and deducted both the tea and a scone from my bill. Then the bagger offered to carry my groceries out for me and I didn’t refuse as I cheerfully recalled 57 Pounds. When I reached the car I saw my neighbor had parked too close for comfort.
I could not get in my car.
Stymied but still buoyed in spirit, I patiently waited for the perpetrator. Upon her arrival I flashed my belly, a smile and shrugged my shoulders. She profusely apologized and sheepishly pulled away. I returned home and did a little party prep before I dashed away, dashed away, dashed away all.
Some moments later I headed out to REI to pick up some boots for both Arlo and myself. The salesman became ensnared in an old man’s global-warming, hell-in-a-hand-basket, Obama-as-satan monologue — all because it is 40 degrees here today in Madison, Wisconsin. Stunned and growing impatient, as soon as I heard the word “abortion”, I felt it appropriate to loudly interject an “EXCUSE ME!” into the proceedings. The old man walked away and the salesman thanked me. Then thanked me again. And again. Got both pairs of boots and made it to my dental cleaning which included overhead viewing of cable tv, a massage chair, a hygienist who was eager to give a presentation to Arlo’s class and a clean bill of dental health. (In spite of my deteriorating crown which will have to remain as is
unless until I am in pain.) I picked up Arlo from preschool and borrowed this from the Parents’ Library:
The subtitle of “Friend or Enemy” made me chuckle – but only slightly. We are having lots of peaks and valleys around here lately and I’m happy to gain a little insight and advice. Book, child and belongings in car, I returned home to Daughter’s room painted, wallpapered and her charred crib repaired.
I am absolutely thrilled with our choices and our contractor’s work. After the holidays I will enter into full manic mode of finishing the room and figuring out how to shoot decent indoor shots so I can share with you all. Giddy, Arlo and I sang a bunch of holiday songs before “resting our bodies” (nap) and then and only then did I get online to read the daily news.
“The majority of those who died today were children — beautiful little kids between the ages of 5 and 10 years old. They had their entire lives ahead of them — birthdays, graduations, weddings, kids of their own,” he continued. “Among the fallen were also teachers, men and women who devoted their lives to helping our children fulfill their dreams. So our hearts are broken today for the parents and grandparents, sisters and brothers of these little children and for the families of the adults who were lost.”
My child will have his birthday party tomorrow. His candles will be lit and bright balloons will bounce about our ceilings. Our home and hearts will be filled with squeals and stomps and smiles and when it is all over we will be exhausted from exhilaration. My child will have his birthday party tomorrow and I promise to treasure every single moment in memory of those who will never know another moment of happiness again. My deepest, deepest sympathies are with them all.