Saturday, September 3, 2011

Getting My Autumn On

It is so hot in California in the fall that we really have to pretend. The leaves start changing and falling about the time we get our Christmas trees.

Still, come September, we all start thinking about pumpkin bread, soup in the crock pot, and cool evenings. We start thinking about them.

Last night I took my girls to a high school football game and asked, instinctively, "Don't you guys need jackets?" They laughed. We were all sweating in the car with the AC on.

I guess living in Michigan for 14 years still affects my thinking. Maybe it's the heat.

I heard today is going to be the hottest day of the year.

Happy Fall, y'all. In keeping with the calendar, not the thermometer.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Garbage Truck and the Delivery Truck

Things I'm taking to the trash this fall:

The hope that I will someday be a spotless housekeeper, okay just a good housekeeper

The fear that I will never publish a book

The fantasy that I will feel skinny while being able to eat what I want

Things I'm having delivered to myself:

A regular schedule of excercising weekdays (don't raise your pulse, I'm just walking)

Reading a proverb a day, prayer during walk

Writing AND reading whenever I want to 

What's in your inbox and outbox?

Monday, August 29, 2011

School Starts

I kissed my college student good-bye this morning as she trekked off to junior college. She still lives at home, as do my three other daughters. I don't even have the tiniest idea of what an empty nest is like.  It's just as well. I'm not nearly ready.

While many of my friends are dropping off kids far away, I am putting the dishes into the dishwasher from my little birdie's early morning breakfast. and dropping off PE clothes for the high school student. Alas, I am still indispensable.

My time will come. But I am not quite ready.

So for now, I look forward to more laundry than is physically possible for my heavy-duty washing machine to handle, more beauty products in the bathroom than Sephora stores in it's warehouse, and a schedule that would give Martha Stewart a faint heart.

I have not become a famous author. I have not wowed crowds with my piano playing. I have not been asked to speak at any large gatherings. I have a modest amount of friends. I don't even have much of a bank account. (big surprise)

But. I am the mother of four of the most delightful children on the planet. They are my claim to fame!

Still. One is glad when September rolls around!!!