As I was walking outside to the inspection office at work, (we can’t take food, beverages, etc. through the plant), I looked up and noticed the cloud formations in the sky. It was overcast; a grey dismal kind of day that was seriously thinking about raining on me. (My favorite weather.) What struck me about the clouds was the convolutions. In stead of being parallel, they seemed to stretch and reach for some unknown point of convergence. To me, it resembled the underside of a scallop shell. With the grey mantle of the sky hanging so low, I felt enclosed and safe, protected. And very, very small.
Category:Life in General
Self Explanitory
Printed Pictures
I wish that I could draw.
But alas, all I have are words.
So I script a box-spring sky
and dust-bunny clouds
over a printed campfire
and letter marshmallows on skewers.
I scrawl out tiny monsters eating s’mores
and punctuate with chocolate dribbles.
I wish I could draw…
The Gifts Within
I bought a necklace at a local festival several years ago. $20 usd. Not too bad really for a sterling silver chain and setting. I bought it because I like grey. Silver is grey. The stone is grey. The kiosk was under an awning – so the set was in the shade. All I saw was a plain grey stone in a silver setting on a silver chain. Its a large circular cabochon setting. About 3/4 of an inch across. I put it on as soon as I bought it. Then went on my way to enjoy the rest of the festival with my sister who was with me. As we walked around during that beautiful sunny day, I picked up the pendant from my chest and looked at it in the sunshine. What I saw gave me chills. A perfect six point star! I had purchased the largest natural star sapphire I had ever seen. Most only have 4 points. That brilliant star stood out magnificently against the plain grey of what I thought was just a stone. I was thrilled. At first my sister couldn’t see the star. Then her eyes got big. “WOW!” was all she could say, as she pointed to the star that she saw.
But it wasn’t in the same place I saw the star. And every time I looked at it, the star was in a different place, and never the same place twice. Never in the same place as someone else’s star.
And it never will be.
I wear this pendant often, especially when I become disenchanted with humanity. It is… a gentle, positive tap on the shoulder. Remember our stars, and love them anyway.
Missing a Boy
Well, my oldest son started college. I only have the two youngest at home now. The house feels not quite full. There is definitely a noticeable absence. We chat online still. But instead of looking at each other and laughing, there is only the “lol” in the chat window. The random hugs are not as welcomed by the younger two boys. No one randomly spouting off about a new awesome chip being released soon, no more various and sundry chunks of dismantled technology lying about. The youngest has transplanted his mess into the now vacant room. And I realize that when he comes home, it’s to visit, not live. I have an adult son living on campus. When he graduates, he will most likely have a job lined up. We will help him find a place to live, an move in. I doubt he will live at home again. The middle son has admirably stepped in as the oldest child in the house. He now does as asked without complaint or long delay. Now that he has a room to himself, its far cleaner and neater than he ever kept things when he was sharing a room. He wants his brother to come home because he is “tired of being the good kid already.” The grades are decent so far. And I hope they stay that way. He plans to stay home and go to the local university for teaching. He likes kids. The youngest hasn’t changed at all. Still demanding, still feeling disenfranchised, still wanting more than I feel he has earned. I guess it’s hard seeing your older siblings getting what you can’t have just because you are younger. But he is willing to work for just about anything, as long as he gets something out of it. Hubby? I think he misses the extra hand around the house. I have never been one for housework, and the oldest always helped him out. We all still set his place at the table even though he’s been gone for three weeks. His best friend who didn’t leave comes over to spend time with the other two. A surrogate of sorts I suppose, for all parties.
It’s been a month of changes, the last 30 days. I have started a new position at work in lieu of being laid off. I now work dayshift. Started the same week as college. So many major changes. I no longer have the me time on Friday mornings when no one is home. I no longer have nightcaps at the end of my day at seven AM. Who knows, I might actually get some sun (god forbid! I must protect my delicate moon tan.) I brag about my oldest’s accomplishments all the time. Lots of pride there. He is studying like crazy. Making friends is easy for him; he already has several new ones. Everyone says he takes after me. (head starts to swell) Major compliment to me there.
I know I have to let him go. I have never really held on tightly, but not having him in the house is just… hard. I’m as new at being a parent as he is being a child. The other two have the benefit of my experience. Not him. He’s my first try. I am waiting to see how well I did. His accomplishments will reveal my faults and strengths, the depth and accuracy of my judgment. They will be wholly his. I can’t wait to see him again. To hug him. Because when I do, I hold myself, my husband, and so much more than just a young man: I hold the physical incarnation of the love between myself and my spouse. When I hug my sons, I hold my life’s work, love, pride, joy, sorrow, and everything in between. I am proud of my son, and I miss him.
Shipping Smiles
I once made some cookies for someone. This is the note I put inside:
Enclosed in this tin are 24 Genuine Smiles. For best results, serve and share fresh, and by surprise. Smiles go well with hugs, kisses, winks, other gifts, or right out of the tin by themselves. Genuine smiles are hard to come by, so garnish only with the best!
These smiles are made with only the finest natural ingredients, such as love, wishes, dreams, and fancies. Beware of imitations that may use ingredients such as sarcasm, spite, vengeance, and arrogance. While they may taste as sweet, they tend to leave a bitter taste behind them.
WARNING: It has been determined that disregarding smiles can be hazardous to your health. In case of accidental disregard, apply apology with generous amounts of compassion and understanding. Consult your heart immediately.