Whatever the spirit animal is for stalling, that is mine today. Probably an old cat who prefers her bed of old blankets to someone who should get ready for work.
Bus leaves hour, lots of time to shower get dressed run in circles remembering things maybe eat something and dash off to catch the bus right?
All that fastness is so worth another 10 minutes of adding to my play list which I won’t have time to listen to, and definitely worth drinking this coffee while it is pretending it is still hot. Hang on, more coffee needed. Sure, That I will move for.
The kids went to school in pjs today and I am tempted to do the same. Don’t they know its pajama day? Maybe I can get sent home for wearing yoga pants instead of work clothes?!?! Probably not a good choice. FINE! Sigh…
In the mean time here are some fences and other things that I would rather be looking at.
My favourite kind of gallery, wide skies, open pathways, bird calls.
I love this kind of art, where I did nothing to set it up but played my part by having the eye to notice. The time and mood to wander the trodden pathway, to see and capture so I can share what others might have passed by. Or just to keep my soul fed, else I become something worse than I am…
Here though, we humans have played a part in creating these moments, but nature has taken the leading role, taken what is offered and done something marvellously artistic, just by functioning. If we have the eye to see, we can see this as beauty from disruption.
And then sometimes I am simply sceptical. Is it possible that nature dropped these pieces in perfect artistic formation, or did some human stopping for a moment, set these in place for another to see? Or, maybe there are fairies at play here. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe it is just a great image. I think maybe a bit of all of the above.
These forages for imagery and soul food sustain me for days. Knowing there could be something else just waiting for my eye makes me rue the fact that I have to leave for work in half an hour. But out there the fairies play whether I am here there or anywhere, and knowing that can feed me a while longer.
These places always beckon, but will wait for another day again to play.
Every chance to get outside is now taken. Evidence to follow…
And for every second chasing a boy around the school yard, there are the bless-ed moments spent lost in the world of bird calls and trying to catch a flash of colour on film. Even if they won’t pose properly for me, I am always excited to catch some brightness!
I can’t believe the difference in these two “RedWing BlackBirds”! When I first saw the Mrs pictured above, I thought I was seeing a bird I hadn’t seen before. A few seconds of research online and I learned that this is actually the female counterpart to one of my favourite birds, the RedWing Black Bird (even if some of their stripes are more yellow!) I have decided I Love her! Look at the fancy stripes on her head! It just baffles me how different they are! I mean we all know that the males of the bird world are the dandies, but usually the females I have known are just a slightly less flashy/colourful pairing. This is freaking me out 😀 Oh the things I learn when walking in the woods!
Love is in the air and I am feeling it even if just for the witnessing 🙂 Happy SPRING!
Boy came home with a little homework project, to design a bridge out of recycled materials. Simple instructions… a bridge that can support 500g, to be thought up and made by them. Parents could help, but the kids should do it themselves. We had 2 weeks to complete it. We talked it over, put aside materials and then sort of forgot about it until the weekend before. Plenty of time for a grade 3 project…
He picked out 2 of the large sized yogurt containers for supports, and a cereal box from the recycling corner. And set to work affixing cereal box to the containers. I left him with the materials for a few minutes so he would do his own thinking, and then came back to help by using painters tape to keep things in place while he stuck the thing together with something stronger… Pretty simple stuff, but hey, for grade 3, pretty good stuff. We didn’t have anything of 500gs around, so we tested it with a new jar of peanut butter which was a good 250 heavier than what he needed. Held strong. His work his idea. He was proud of himself. A good little ‘beam’ bridge. We bagged it up and off he went with his hard work in hand.
And then we got to his line up this morning and there are all these kids with bridges all brightly painted made of popsicle sticks and cardboard and string and I was thinking oh man did we not do enough? Will he still be proud of his hard work if it isn’t painted bright blue? Did i fail him? Are the rest of the 8 year olds in his class genius engineers who have way more skill than I do? Or can I presume to suspect that they might have fathers who are genius engineers with way more constructing skill than I have? hmmmmmmm. (Is it terrible of me to think that I bet some of those pretty constructs wouldn’t hold a 750g jar of peanut butter?!)
I hope he still brims with pride at his own hard work and success. I know the teacher will see he did his own work and did his best. Please let her say so! And we have a successful home work memory to go on now, which is a rarity of its own kind. We worked together, planning it out, he tested and felt successful. I know him though. He always sees what is better around him. So I am sitting here with cold coffee and nagging heart. This is parenting, isn’t it, carrying around stress for your kids, when they aren’t even in the room. Good practice for as he gets older I guess.
Maybe this can be turned around as inspiration. Do our best and then see what we can do to step it up a notch. I still want him to be proud of his work, but it might not hurt to know he is capable of more. We were so focused on function we didn’t even think of decorating it. Which is out of character! Maybe we can make another bridge for fun together. Or maybe we can forget the entire incident and step it up for next year! Or maybe I can stop agonizing over this, at least until I hear all about it later?!
***** ps it turns out that the aesthetics were only enviable until it came time to test the weights and mister massive recycled materials had the strongest bridge in class. so he was totally over it 😀 and because I am His mother and not someone elses I was glad for him ❤
A fun way to explore whether or not much has changed in life over the winter is try on clothes that haven’t been worn in about 8 months…
According to the pile of capris, shorts and skirts piling up on my floor, a few things haven’t changed since last warm weather season. Apparently I hoard shopping lists, bus transfers and little notes… For instance, I still need apples, cereal bars, coffee creamer and ibuprofen 😀 Same list different pocket…
Some things Have changed. It would seem that most of my capris are about an inch and a half too wide. Thanks be to my working diet of carbs and coffee… So I guess I need to add summer wear to the list. OR to the pile of clothes to refurbish into other things. I am thinking of making a skirt out at least one pair. And maybe another little rug out of the rest. Some of it is in good enough shape to put in the donation bag, or at least the laundry room for someone to help themselves too. Most of the time lately I just wear work clothes, but that’s a whole nother rant (see whose great idea was it to have us wear white dress shirts in a kitchen?!)…
Another fun game is to see if your child is better at handling change this spring. One way to do that is to make him try on at least 3 pairs of pants. This is also a good chance to practice your negotiating skills. Apparently flood pants are acceptable, if you are an 8 year old who would rather wear pants 3 inches too short than try on the pair he picked out at the 2nd hand store recently. Never mind the sorrow that his favourite track pants will soon be too warm to go outside in! I will let go the fact that he just put back on the shirt that he has been wearing day and night for 2.5 days now. Gotta let him win some of the battles, right?!
I guess we need to accept change. To celebrate it even! I mean it went from like -2 to + 20 in like a week. I wonder if there is any sunscreen left from last year. Good thing we went out and found some runners for you during the first fake spring! The fun always continues. Now Shorts, buddy, why don’t you see if these shorts fit?!
Balcony Buddha seems to be handling the April Snows and sudden return of wind chills better than the rest of us. I should look to him for some guidance. But, I think he is inwardly laughing at me. Silly woman, putting away the snow pants just because there was green grass for Easter! I guess since the ground is again covered with ice and snow, this is not some sort of extended April Fool’s joke, but in fact our reality. Fool me twice, for thinking April actually meant the end of winter! HA!