The Thread Is On The Wall
That's not all that's on the wall, but I know you don't want to hear all about the surprise rubber check we found we'd written, or how beer is no longer in the budget 
If you find any good beer in there, send it to me, won't you?
I realize that this is hardly a Kool-aid shot, but it is folded, that counts for quite a lot in my book. I still don't get the whole "Kool-aid" reference, what colored sugar water has to do with folding fabric like an obsessive compulsive would do it. (You know I love you Monica, and I almost died of joy looking in your fabric cupboards where all the gorgeous goods are arranged neatly in color coded stacks. So I'm not trying to be disrespectful, but please explain the link to the drink for me after you've moved into your lovely new home!)Growing up, Kool-aid was so forbidden in our household it may as well have been cocaine. Naturally I love artificial flavors, especially cherry, so I would feel deep happiness when visiting friends whose parents had less exacting beverage standards. I don't think my friends felt the same way about our offerings. Which is just stupid of them since my mom made the best punch with concord grape juice she made herself and Calistoga sparkling water-like a less sweet version of grape soda. The weird thing is that concord grape juice has such a hyped up grapey flavor that I always have trouble believing it isn't artificial.
I got quite a bit done in the studio today by letting Max glue himself to the computer screen. Bad mommy! I know. Don't bother telling me how I am a loser mom. I have got to get that studio organized and it needs to happen NOW. I've got projects to work on. I've got beer money to try to make. I find it so depressing having to go through some of my old stuff. I don't have a lot that needs to be gone through, but there are a couple of bags and boxes that I'd like to pretend don't exist. I can't bare to throw them away without sorting, yet I can't stand the thought of having to look at old unimportant crap.
But I will. Oh yes, I will. I feel a little calmer over all now that I'm getting things put away which is also making room in the garage for more corners for the cats to pee in.
After hours of letting Max play computer games, I finally decided I couldn't ignore my oldest and only child so I took him off to try to find some park he tells me his Dad and he always go to when I kick them out. We never found it, but we did visit a couple of parks that weren't the right ones.
In one of them there was not a soul around and the playground (very tiny) sits right next to a dark and creepy wood which Max took me on a tour of. The trees were growing so close together only a small amount of filtered light could reach the bottom halves of all the trees so their branches were leafless and grim. Spider webby. Max kept telling me how sometimes he's seen teenagers in here. This doesn't make me feel calm and happy. I imagine teens with crack pipes offering them up to my six year old who's going on fourteen. How does he know about these kinds of places anyway?
I actually do know how he finds these kinds of places, it's because his dad and him go adventuring and find interesting places to have sword fights.
I got quite a bit done in the studio today by letting Max glue himself to the computer screen. Bad mommy! I know. Don't bother telling me how I am a loser mom. I have got to get that studio organized and it needs to happen NOW. I've got projects to work on. I've got beer money to try to make. I find it so depressing having to go through some of my old stuff. I don't have a lot that needs to be gone through, but there are a couple of bags and boxes that I'd like to pretend don't exist. I can't bare to throw them away without sorting, yet I can't stand the thought of having to look at old unimportant crap.
But I will. Oh yes, I will. I feel a little calmer over all now that I'm getting things put away which is also making room in the garage for more corners for the cats to pee in.
After hours of letting Max play computer games, I finally decided I couldn't ignore my oldest and only child so I took him off to try to find some park he tells me his Dad and he always go to when I kick them out. We never found it, but we did visit a couple of parks that weren't the right ones.
In one of them there was not a soul around and the playground (very tiny) sits right next to a dark and creepy wood which Max took me on a tour of. The trees were growing so close together only a small amount of filtered light could reach the bottom halves of all the trees so their branches were leafless and grim. Spider webby. Max kept telling me how sometimes he's seen teenagers in here. This doesn't make me feel calm and happy. I imagine teens with crack pipes offering them up to my six year old who's going on fourteen. How does he know about these kinds of places anyway?
I actually do know how he finds these kinds of places, it's because his dad and him go adventuring and find interesting places to have sword fights.
We ended up having a good chase with each other while he tried to steal my chap-stick and I chased him down when he got it. Lots of laughter. Lots of yelling. Lots of getting stabbed by evil needles in the grass.
Not syringes for crying out loud! Tree needles. Nasty tree needles kept stabbing my hands. But who cares? It was pretty darn nice to hang out with Max with him acting like a six year old. Then we rode around on the scooter until luck drew us towards Discovery Park which is a pretty brilliant park with water fun for kids, great sand areas, plus huge dark slides to ride. Most of the kids were younger than Max (he often expresses a disdain for younger children) but he had a good romp with one slightly younger thug boy and they had a blast until the boy's habit of sand throwing got in the way of their mutual good will.
I'm still damn scared of the future and don't see how we'll pay our bills next month, but I guess it's going to be alright.
I'm still damn scared of the future and don't see how we'll pay our bills next month, but I guess it's going to be alright.