so.
how are things?
just finished scrambled eggs with onions and chopped leftover easter ham (what? 6 days old is nothing.), topped with sharp cheddar (not wisconsin cheddar, sadly). toast and coffee on the side. husband made it, because he’s onto the fact i will uncharacteristically leap from bed on a saturday if food is prepared and put on the table by someone other than me. sneaky, but a darn good cook.
and his coffee is always perfect. i know what you’re thinking - coffee? how difficult is that? but mine is inevitably too strong in a drip machine. or too weak. he’s like something from a Seinfeld episode: “the guy who always makes perfect coffee”, who drives George nuts as he attempts to uncover the secret (with Kramer’s help, of course). husband is also “the guy who never fails to order the best thing on the menu which no one has tried before”. he’s a coffee-brewing, meal-ordering savant, that’s what he is. and he’s all mine.
spring is tip-toeing into this corner of the midwest and we’re trying to remain calm, lest it skitter away again. shhhhhhhhhh.
the daffodils are all the way up, the woodpile is nearly decimated, the pool pass renewal that arrived in the mail last friday and filled me with horror is being suitably ignored. i’m out every day prostrate in the front flower beds, knees muddy as i push aside the dead stalks (untrimmed last fall) of perennial grasses, peering in for signs of life.
yep. everything points to a new season. this puts a manic grin on my face. how about you?
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[OMG she's gonna talk about the blog again]
so (for me) taking a break from blogging (”what, she was gone?” I HEARD THAT) can be like falling out of touch with an old and dear friend for a while. the more months (or years) that pass, the more difficult it is to pick up the phone, make plans for getting together to reconnect and gossip about what’s happened in the time apart, share a drink, show off your new haircut and talk about the bad ones in between, brag on the kids and giggle about when you were one. you wonder “will the connection, the affinity still be there? or will we have changed so much that after 10 minutes the awkward will be palpable and too much like a blind date gone horribly wrong?”
so maybe you cross your fingers and call, and talk nervously about how busy life has been, and listen to the other end, and sometimes it’s good and sparkly with chitchat, and sometimes it’s faded away and that’s just fine. like bowie says, pretty soon you’re gonna get older. everything changes.
have been of the mind lately that i’ve fallen out of love with the internets, with the robot habitat; that we’ve been apart for a (not long, but long enough) bit and my posting gusto has gone all shy and dusty. maybe the blog is like a friendship i’ve been too busy to renew, or maybe it’s time to move on. lord knows i’ve got enough projects with the house, the school, the perennial grasses.
but part of me still wants to make the time to chat. about everything and nothing in particular. about my haircuts and my blood sugar and the things my kids draw that blow my mind, the poems nobody likes but me, films and refrigerators, trips and mishaps, hiding under rocks and getting my knees dirty in expectation of sun and green, pondering swimsuits that might fit (probably not - pretty soon you’re gonna get older. and wider), thrift on thursdays, cookies and carnitas, the ever-fantastic flickr.
so we’re getting together, me and the blog, for a chat and maybe some tapas and a drink or two. we’re gonna make the time for each other, and i think everything will be just fine. fingers crossed.
happy weekending.
xo
me
