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Month: July, 2012

Sundress Prescription

My latest idiotic theory is that women in sundresses lead charmed lives. And I’m going to find myself a darling sundress this summer to test out my hypothesis.

Last week we took a day trip to the Mystic, CT Aquarium, ¬†and I noticed all of the women in dresses did not appear to be sweating despite the 95 degree heat and very high humidity. None of their children were sulking, running away from them, or kicking them in the shins. This seemed like a good thing. I wondered, perhaps, if the shape of the dresses, and the way they floated around the women’s legs, created some sort of a hypnotizing effect. Unfortunately for me, my utilitarian chino shorts were clinging to my every move as I felt beads of sweat merge into estuaries on my legs before racing one another to see which one would run into my sandal first. For the record, my right side was sweating more efficiently than my left.

As our family melted between one exhibit and the next, I found myself noticing the grace with which the sundressed visitors moved through the crowds. They were not annoyed when their little Sadie wanted to press the button which showed the phosphorescent fish repeatedly. No creeping edge of irritation entered their voice as they reminded Sadie, again, that she should let other children try it too. They didn’t even seem to mind my irritation at their Sadie-cherub for making life with my own fallen angel, who was desperate to try the damn glow-in-the-dark button for himself, a bit less lovely. I began to wonder if the dresses were lined with Valium.

If I find one that I can walk in without tripping, I’ll let you know.


Onward, If Not Upward

Today I awoke to the dueling sounds of industrial machinery and wildly enthusiastic birdsong. I have never heard birds partying like this before, it’s so aggressive it’s as if they are daring us to try to sleep past 5:00 am. We are living in our July rental home before closing on what I am now calling our “forever house.” This because I don’t plan on moving again until I am removed feet first, or I score a cabaret gig down in Boca when I’m 75.

My previous post details (whines, really) our month spent in the first rental. If you’re the sort who likes to pick at your scabs, you may enjoy reading that post. This post is experimental (read: lower your expectations just as I have) because I am trying to write it on my phone.

This summer has a funny, lurching rhythm to it. When one area of life seems sunny and bright, another one fills up with storm clouds. Happily, the kids are doing really well with all of our transitions. Sleeping together in one room a la Little House on the Prairie is hardest on the grownups, the kids think it’s fun. And since I know it will eventually be in a lovely bed again someday, I think it’s kinda fun too. But I won’t admit that publicly. We are enjoying one another’s company, with occasional departures into sulking or tantrumming, but the kids are often able to pull us out of thise moods. So far, so good.

I’d love to hear from you if you have any good ideas for games that can be played by wide age ranges (3 year old to adult) – tagging games and memory card games are getting old- and/or meals that don’t require cooking since we have no pots, few utensils, and no microwave.