Sometimes. . .

“Sometimes it is only a True Friend who knows what we mean when we try to speak. Somebody who has spent a lot of time with us, and listens carefully to what we are trying to say, and tries to understand.”

from:
How to Cheat a Dragon’s Curse by Cressida Cowell (also author of How to Drain Your Dragon and the rest in the series–these are HILARIOUS books.)

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Primping

So. . .I decided to change my dress so to speak. Still fiddling around. . .not sure how to make certain fonts larger. And I can’t remember where I “found” my background or what it’s called so I can find it bigger.

These things take time, don’t ya know.

Authentic

As a wedding present, Tony had a particular item in mind that he did in fact buy for me. But his dad suggested that he might want to get something a little more along the line of “formal.” So, he decided on a strand of pearls. Much to his surprise, he found that an entire strand of pearls was substantially more than he had to spend at the moment. So, the night before our wedding he presented me with some beautiful pearl earrings and said, “I wanted to buy you a whole strand, but we’ll just start with these.”

We’ve not moved any further down the pearl path than those earrings, but they are as precious to me as an entire strand. I love to wear them. They are flattering. They are simple. They are timeless.

Tony’s sister eventually gave me a strand of very nice costume pearls. It is a double strand, and each “pearl” is knotted individually. They are heavy and lustrous. I wore my pearls today. Can you tell which ones are real and which are fake?

Complexities

Tonight I called my friend. I was in a complex mood, and I announced (as though I were laying down the law of the Medes and Persians) that “I am a complex woman. . .” Indeed. Aren’t we all? At least those of us who ARE women. . .though I don’t think I have many male followers.

Anyway. I am not in a hormonal surge at the moment. I am not sick, nor am I tired. I am just full of complexities. . .diversity. . .over stimulation. . .and lack of time to sit and be. Or walk and be. Or write and be.

As I was getting ready to put Thad and Victoria to bed (as in, “Kids, brush your teeth and get in bed,” then going to hug and kiss them), I started reciting part of Goodnight Moon to Thad. This was, actually, not a book I normally read to Thad when he was little. It was in Victoria’s stack. Thad had trucks and heroes and Curious George and PJ Funny Bunny who discovered that he did, in fact, want to be a rabbit and eat his carrots after all.

I decided, in all of my COMPLEXITY, that I NEEDED to read Goodnight Moon to my 7th grader and 3rd grader. *Ahem* It shows what wonderful children I have that when I said, “Boy, can I read Goodnight Moon to you?” He answered with, “Of course, Momma.” They also sat still for AND enjoyed Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear.

Because I wasn’t certain of a perfect recitation of the Margaret Wise Brown classic, I began by looking on the bookshelf. . .then I began pulling books OFF the shelf in search of one of our two copies of the book. I ended up IN THE ATTIC digging through a box of Little People then yet another box in which I found the book. As I grew more and more determined to find the book, I realized that I didn’t want to read it out of nostalgia or to sooth my children to sleep after a busy day.

No. I did, in fact, want to soothe myself.

And my complexity.

I needed the rhythm of the words to rock me like I used to rock Victoria when she was a baby. I now realize that in rocking her, I was also rocking myself. It was a time to sit and be still and rest from the travails of the day. A time when it was “okay” for me to be still and not do ANYTHING but rock my baby. And had I been able to fit either or both of my children into my lap in our rocking chair–never mind “comfortably”–I would have done it. I would have rocked and read and soothed myself.

And my complexity.

As it went, I sat at the foot of Victoria’s bed with she and Thad both under her covers and read both books to them. . .and I very nearly cried during Jesse Bear, because it was so bittersweet to remember. (Which is why I don’t look at my childrens’ baby pictures if I can help it.)

So. It is now time to say “Goodnight comb. Goodnight brush. And good night to the old lady whispering hush. Goodnight stars. Goodnight Air. Goodnight noises everywhere.”

Good night, Complexity.

A Song for Friday

Available for download on Tuesday. . .can’t wait. I heard this on KSBJ in Houston yesterday. Happy, happy, happy. That is, of course, Toby Mac helping her out there. . .Jamie Grace. Just 19 years old.

*Proud Momma Alert*

My daughter attends a Jr. High of about 900. Of those 900, about half are in Pre-AP (advanced placement) science. All of the Pre-AP kids had to do science fair projects, including MY Pre-AP kid. Now, bear in mind that she DOES live in a house with two school teachers (one of which TEACHES pre-AP science for her grade at her school), but we are ALSO very much HANDS-OFF when it comes to doing our kids work. We NEVER “played school” when she was younger, but her Daddy DID begin bringing home “Magic Schoolbus” videos when she was about 18 months old, and Bill Nye when she was about 3. The highlight of her kindergarten year was MEETING Bill Nye at the Museum of Natural Science.

ANYWAY. Her project was chosen (by her teacher) to compete in the school fair. Her project was one of about 30 chosen from her school (by all of the science teachers, names were on the back so no one except HER teacher and her Daddy knew it was hers)to go to the district fair. Her project was one of about 60 jr. high projects at the district fair (judged by impartial judges from the science field corporations), and she won 3RD PLACE IN THE DISTRICT for the category of Physics: Engineering. She now advances to the regional science fair for the greater Houston area.

Her project was to determine which of three insulators will keep a soft drink can coolest: styro-foam, cardboard, or fiberglass. There was also a control. She helped her Daddy build the box then ran the experiment twice, did all of her reports and journal, and I just helped arrange and attach stuff to her board.

We are proud. Proud. Proud. And we have 16 people coming to our house for lunch tomorrow, so I’ve not uploaded the photos. BUT–I couldn’t wait to proclaim it!!!

The cans were chilled to the same temperature (checked by a probe thermometer to ensure consistent temperatures) and placed in a 12″x12″ box made of 3//4″ plywood with a small hole drilled in the top for the probe thermometer to read the temperature of the soda at 15 minute intervals. Obviously, the control lost. So. . .which of the three insulators do you think her experiment showed to be the best at keeping a soft drink can the coolest?