Blue Sky Getaway

Would you guess the temperature is 18 degrees Celsius, and the water in Lake Huron approximately two degrees above freezing? But our afternoon on the beach was entirely summery, with awkward sunburns to prove it (under one eye? backs of knees? the exact spot where Kev applied sunscreen to my spine?), and included burying each other in sand, searching for fossils in tiny stones, building a castle/moat, eating ice cream and french fries, and ending the day at my brother and sister-in-law-to-be’s nearby farm. The surrounding fields of canola are stunning, fluourescently yellow, glowing in the dusk. We finished the day with a campfire.
Now it’s Monday morning and I feel Monday morning all over … the kids are outside in the hammocks having the following conversation: “What’s Mommy doing?” “She’s inside.” “Do you know what she’s doing?” “She’s playing on the computer.” “No, she’s working on the computer.” “No, she’s playing.” “Grownups don’t play on the computer.” “I think she’s checking her me-mail.” Now that’s a good word for it.
Can anyone see CJ?

Morning o’ Boredom

The weather isn’t cooperating with my great Outdoors Summer Plan. So we’re getting into trouble indoors instead. Actually, I think that’s okay. Things picked up after this, at least briefly, and for some of us. CJ maintained a non-stop screeching, complaining riff (could be the new tooth pressing against the gum), but the big kids dragged themselves off the floor to play Jr. Monopoly together. We ate what amounted to lunch. I had a cup of coffee. Could be worse. Boredom is good for the soul, in the small tolerable doses, that is. Pushes its sufferers toward creativity. One hopes.
I’ve had requests for my granola and quiche recipes, so will post those at some point in the near future. Meanwhile, it’s Siesta Time. What am I doing standing here typing?

To: Tooth Fairy

Dear tooth fairy,
Can I please have a Book like Bone or something, or some pokemon cards.
You can have this rock [arrow] if you let me have the pokemon or the Bone Book.
PS. are you real, or are you mom and dad.
What do you do with all the teeth?????

Happy Canada Day

Me to Kev: “Did you have as much fun on our walk as I did?” That’s what’s known as sarcasm at our house. CJ got his wandering boots on, Fooey didn’t think she could make it even One More Step, then wailed because we weren’t walking around the block (we were), then because we were going home again. Plus she was sopping with mud. Albus attempted to walk blind and caught a sister in the mouth with a swinging arm. Apple-Apple kept to herself and listened with all her ears: birds, airplane, a musical instrument. So it went, habble-scrabble along the sidewalk till at last we were home. No fireworks for us tonight (too late), a bit of rain, but a day of small and satisfying accomplishments nevertheless. Time to put one of us to bed Right Now! (“Come on! You promised and now you’re on the computer, and now I have to wait. Carry me upstairs and put me to bed. OKAY?”). Ok.
Happy birthday, Canada.

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My name is Carrie Snyder. I work in an elementary school library. I’m a fiction writer, reader, editor, dreamer, arts organizer, workshop leader, forever curious. Currently pursuing a certificate in conflict management and mediation. I believe words are powerful, storytelling is healing, and art is for everyone.

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