To my Blogary I write

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Dear Blogary,

I am in a funk. I’m not sure how it happened. Perhaps life has been moving too quickly, lately. Perhaps I’ve not invested enough time in sleep. Perhaps I’ve invested too much time in sleep. Unsure of the reasons why, I find myself in a funk. And Blogary, what follows may cost me some subscribers.

I was one of the millions who tuned in to the Royal Wedding today. I enjoyed shutting out the craziness of our current crises and losing myself in the magical enchantment of a Prince marrying a soon to be Princess. I remember when this Prince was a baby. He’s grown, and I believe his mother would be proud. I hope this marriage survives the scrutiny that will surround it. I hope Prince William inherited his mother’s resilience. I believe Kate shares Lady Diana’s better qualities. Continue reading

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The Changing of the Wardrobes

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Dear Blogary,

I’ve missed you! I haven’t written to you since June, Blogary. JUNE! Have you missed me?! Thank goodness you are unable to respond. I always forget to live by the saying, “don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

Blogary, I feel giddy! No worries, I won’t break out into song, singing ‘I feel pretty’ from Westside Story. Although, I do feel like running and dancing for jooooy!

Not only did I find out one of my nieces reads my blog [Shout-out to one of my nieces!!], but also Blogary, Fall is here! Fall! People are wearing jackets, long sleeves and sweatshirts! As I type, I am wearing a long sleeve shirt under my short sleeve shirt. I love Fall!

When my youngest woke up this morning, Blogary, he told me he put on his underwear while in bed and under his covers. He said it was too cold to get dressed outside his covers. And my oldest? My oldest asked me if he could bring a jacket to school today, because he was a little cold yesterday. “Jackets are allowed at school,” he says to me.

There is a crispness in the air. The sky is a bluer blue. And, extra blankets are needed on the bed. Giddy. I am giddy. Now, as fall develops and moves into winter, this house will become quite cold. Until we replace the windows, Blogary, Summers are hot inside the house, and Winters are cold inside the house. Although working at home when it is cold outside leads to cold finger tips tapping the computer keyboard, the mornings and nights are spent comfortably snuggled on the couch with warm blankets.

Blogary, I find it much easier to stay warm when the temps are cold than staying cool when the temps are hot. With cold temperatures come countless ways to stay warm.  Layers are endless, but naked? Yeah, naked ends at naked.

Yes, I feel energized! Well, actually, I’m still the ‘basically lazy, turtle-neck loving, ice cream addict who needs to get off her butt and exercise’ freak. (Which is better than a ‘sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot’.) But, with the temperatures cooling and the colorful, but dead, leaves falling, I feel  . . .  alive! I feel rejuvenated! In fact, I think I will go for a walk today, Blogary. Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh. I crack myself up.

Love,
Me

Dear Blogary: School days, school days . . .

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Dear Blogary,

I woke up at 2:55 this morning, because I had to be at my boss’ house by 4am. Listed under ‘other duties as assigned’, I took my boss to the airport. Blogary, I’m tired. And, I was afraid, with the lack of sleep, I would be more emotional for Joe’s first day of school.

As it turns out, I did not shed one tear. Not one. Yay, me! I took pictures of Joe in his school clothes and gear, but the pictures were blurry and quickly deleted. Perhaps I’ll take a picture of his ‘second’ day of school tomorrow. In any case, when I attempted to take his picture, I felt myself becoming more excited for Joe.

Blogary, this isn’t a sad time. Joe starting Kindergarten is an exciting time! My friends were lined up, ready to console me if I needed help. I even had a friend suggesting I pre-plan the day with Tylenol, due to the headache that would follow my predicted sob session. Again I say, I did not shed one tear. Not one. (I cry at Hallmark commercials. Me not crying on Joe’s first day is highly irregular. Irregular, irregular.)

Perhaps, if the situation were different, I would have cried buckets. But, Joe was excited. And, when we went to his classroom, he was beaming! Beaming!

Pick-up time today was 11:30, just a half day to start off the school season. As I watched Joe come out of his class, I saw he was still beaming. He was quick to tell me about everything he learned, and he said he wanted to go back again and again. [Oh, how wonderful it would be if he felt that way throughout his entire school ‘career’.]

Once we were home, Joe called Suzann to tell her about his day. And, he made a point to talk to Charlie on the phone, too. “Charlie! I went to school today. It was great!”

Yes, today was a wonderful day. Now, here’s hoping I can muster the energy to stay awake long enough to make it through Parent Orientation tonight. Having been up since 3AM, I am dragging just a bit.

Up before the dawn’s first light –
Joining creatures of the night.
Tackling duties as assigned.
Getting paid, so I don’t mind.
Nervous with Joe’s teacher in sight.
Yet there he goes, shining so bright!

Love,
Me