Call me Dylan–
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My week in review:
This past week, the strongest, bravest woman I know had one of the toughest times of her life. She entered the hospital last Monday, for what should have been a two to three day stay, for a routine (albeit major) surgery. The actual surgery went well, but she suffered a couple of major setbacks. Although she is finally on the mend, and scheduled to be released tomorrow, she has a long way to go in her convalescence. I’m not well when she’s not well, and those closest to me know this all too well. Thank you, Sister Agnes Delores, my run away nun, for simply walking into the room. Thank you, TT, my laugh out loud partner, for working tirelessly to help me keep the tears at bay. Thanks, LarKay, godmother extraordinaire, for looking out for me and my littles and thank you, thank you, thank you, my littles…for being…MY LITTLES —!
P.S. special note: Thank you to my super man, Chuckie, who outgrew his cape when we were kids, for hanging in there and doing all the things I couldn’t do, and his Lois Lane for always being ready with hot tea and hot towels and for taking such great care of Sir Finn.
My young teen and I are at it again and I’m winning!
A pitiful looking stray dog wandered into our yard several days ago and per the norm, my young teen wants to keep it. You know how kids love puppies and kittens and baby bunnies– right up until they become dogs and cats and adult rabbits? Well, that’s exactly how my girl is. You see where I’m going with this? Yep, she loves em either until they outgrow their cuteness or until it wears off or until they become adults. So, she asked if we could keep the pup and of course I said no. Here’s the conversation that resulted in my taking the lead:
Young Teen: “Ma, can we keep her?”
Old Mom: “No”
Young Teen: “Ma, please, I’ll feed her”
Old Mom: “No you won’t, I have to force you to feed the one we already have”
Young Teen: “I promise I’ll feed her. If I don’t you can take my phone”
Old Mom: While laughing hysterically–“Girl, I can take you phone anytime I want, what else ya got”
Young Teen: 1 Old Mom: 2
So I had a conversation with a friend earlier today and we talked about my guy, Lucca. We talked about his beautiful life, his illness, the surgery and his final days. My little girl was in the room with me and when she suddenly buried her face in my chest, I realized she was crying. This was the first time I’d seen her cry for him since about 2 days after he died. I, on the other hand, have had countless tearful days about “my dude”. How was I to know she was still hurting? After all, he was MINE, MY guy, MY dude, MY handsome man!
I held her close and stroked her beautiful, dark, curly hair. Neither of us muttered his name and neither of us acknowledged her tears- we simply hugged until they stopped.
I don’t know if this was anyone else’s “right” way of dealing with this type of thing….
but it was ours…
I went through the alphabet and wrote the first word that came to mind in alphabetical order then I put them into a poem. I think it’s pretty funny. Read it and reply…
Alternative, Barracuda, Catastrophe, Eventful, Dramatization, Faithful, Gruesome, Harmful, In, Jubilant, Kaleidoscope, Lemon, Maniac, Norway, Opulent, Precise, Quirky, Resentful, Shameful, Tantalizing, Unfortunate, Victory, Warranted, Xylophone, Yearning,
Playing with Words
As an alternative to dinner
we decided on the barracuda
which turned out to be a real catastrophe.
Without a full dramatization
of the eventful season we had, simply put,
we have been forever faithful to the cause.
Albeit gruesome or gross,
there were no concerns of harmful fish bones,
and we were jubilant when we
looked into the kaleidoscope
to find a lemon yellow redfish
with the personality of a maniac.
Much to our delight when took the fish to Norway we were
pleasantly surprised at the opulent and fanciful ways of the people.
We were extremely precise in our movements
around this quirky little town
not wanting to attract any resentful stares
while parading around in our shameful ways with our fish.
Our tantalizing habits drew much scorn
which was an unfortunate way impress others.
But our victory was won when we
walked into the room
and heard a xylophone play in the distance and
had to resist our yearning to
overpower the townspeople with more zany written rhetoric.
and the Very Important Thoughts keeping her awake
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