Friday, September 10, 2010

A Day Late

I had things to tell you yesterday. I did. But life has a way of telling us what we need and just as my fingers hit the keys last night, my soul opted to unhinge its years-long burden of harboring strange sleep secrets.

I'll have you know, I slept like a baby last night. Between the hours of 2:30 and 6:45.

It was a short night, on account of Calvin's sixth straight night of "I got a bad dweam!" and Silas's sore hiney.

But the day leading up to the night? Dreamy enough for the both of 'em.

The air was mellow and swept through like a song.

All day long, I mooned over my Surprise Rose bouquet in my paint-your-own-pottery vase. Who goes to a place like that and paints a vase a solid color? I'll tell you who.

My girlfriends were doing fun stuff, embellishing up a mean streak, whilst I kept my nose to the aqua grindstone. I did paint the inside lip a slightly contrasting, darker shade of aqua. I'm flashy that way.

I was having one of those days where my heart felt so full that just the sight of a little camper on a high chair made me sentimental and smiley.

I played with that camper as a kid, by the way. The little orange door opens.

The extent of my away-from-home excitement involved a 2 mile trip to Dollar General for milk and cat food. I took a shine to the sign. 'Twas just the mood I was in.

I followed the love rush back home, trailing skies the color of Junior High eyeshadow, beneath canopy of heritage and luck.

Back at the ranch, I caught Willie Nelson making eyes at Pinky Pie.

I played round upon round of "betend" with Mama and her little boy. As Grandma, if I do say so myself, I executed my lines with aplomb.

Then - dinnertime.

Empty the Fridge night. I swiped a salad and three jalapeno poppers.

It wasn't exactly picture-worthy, so I'll share this one instead, from the previous night. Isn't she lovely?

My first date with fennel and I have to say, maybe the last. I've never been a licorice kind of girl, especially when it comes to roast chicken with parsley and basil gremolata over orzo. And yes, it mellowed and melded, but it's just the idea of it. I'm one who can't get past the idea of certain things, try as I may.

As a whole, the flavor was good, but I won't make it again. I can't quite put my finger on it. Still, preparing it was like a back scratch for my soul. And sometimes, that's more than good enough.

We spent after-dinner hours talking with friends who are really more like kin. The kids stayed up late, the crickets were chirping and I oozed love for my pretty life dressed up extra with a pink balloon.

Then I wrote up that crazy blog post and watched an even crazier show with my honey. And then? I came down with a fierce stomach bug.

But the day was good. The day was every kind of grand.

39 comments:

  1. ok, am new here, so are you moving off the farm? happy weekend to you!

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  2. It does sound like a great day. Sorry Calvin is having bad dweams.

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  3. So quirky, so real, so fun. You know, I've never been quite able to come up with just the right description for that color blue in the sky. Junior high eye shadow--you nailed it!

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  4. Your words make me smile, well up until the tummy troubles and bad dweams ;-) Hope all is better tonight!

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  5. sweet dreams tonight too then! love hearing about your day. willie nelson made me smile:)

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  6. The camper will be mine. You might want to hide it. Please don't serve me fennel.

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  7. First beets,now fennel... girl you are a daredevil!! This might explain why you are a skinny minnie!

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  8. I knew that camper was vintage!! My brother and I had/have the exact same one. It was one of my favorites because the door opened and shut. We had a little fork lift too that I was quite fond of for some reason!!

    Hope there is sweet dreams in your home tonight.

    Carissa

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  9. Hope you are feeling better, but it sounds like the best of the best kind of day..

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  10. hope you're feeling better and praying it doesn't spread like wild fire in your house...

    loved hearing about your day...the willie nelson part made me smile, too.

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  11. love the vase and the word "betend". the girls i used to nanny said that all the time!
    hope you feel better :)

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  12. What is with you getting sick all the time lately?
    I blame willy nelson.
    I heart you.
    I heart this post.
    Three hundred and sixty five flavors of sheer awesomeness!

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  13. p.s. I will fight Coopie for the camper. AND I shall win. Because, I'm gangsta.

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  14. I totally love your ramblings, sleeplessness and all! I love the blue eye shadow, and the vase! Your stories always have so many twists and turns. I NEVER know what is coming next. I am sorry that you got sick, vitamin D baby...it is a Mommy's protective vitamin! : ) What is up with the sore hiney??? Poor boys! I too am wishing you sweet dreams and for Calvin too!

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  15. Willie and Pinkie? Too funny. I hope you are feeling better!

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  16. "The day was every kind of grand."

    I'm holding this today. I like it for the living. Beautiful post - it's all about life, and it makes me smile, deep down.

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  17. I think it shows a special kind of confidence to go solid while every one around you is going polka dot.

    I'm with you on the fennel. Plus, obviously it's poison. Hope your tummy is all better.

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  18. Your day does sound grand.

    I hope your stomach bug has left the building. Chicken noodle soup vibes!

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  19. I am with you on the fennel. One time of preparing that was enough. Although it did make for a pretty picture. But licorice is yucky.

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  20. I am out on fennel. Bleck. Sorry you have the tummy bug. Maybe the fennel did you wrong.

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  21. I love how you look at each day...you have been given a gift!

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  22. I Have to correct myself,it was caraway not fennel I used with the kraut. I think I threw the fennel out! OOPS!! I will hate when the littles start to pronounce their "Rs". And Willy it took me a minute,but hey, I am getting pretty old you know.

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  23. I don't know which I laughed the hardest over, Willie and Pinky or Junior High eyeshadow. Love the camper, but those sweet little faces are the best.

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  24. sounds perfectly dreamy! minus the fennel. i'm not such a big fan of the fennel either.

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  25. I love days that were every kind of grand. Had a few lately that were like that too. We need lots of those! Hope you're feeling better though!

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  26. I too hope that your tummy (and your little dude's bummy) are feeling better. Mid-post I had a flash forward of us as little old ladies...arguing about food. I LOVE licorice! I used to have a gorgeous fennel plant in the nursery...until my sister-in-law happened to it. It smelled so yummy....but I never attempted to eat it.

    I hope you are sleeping well!

    : )

    Julie M.

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  27. ok I'm starting to feel like a blog stalker but had to let you know what a bizarre-o world coincidence it was that our chosen name for our hopefully soon to be transracially domestic-adopted daughter is also Ruby and last week when we were discussing boys name for future adopted son, it was a tie between Calvin and Jack, just so tickled I found you on here.

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  28. Thanks for your lovely comments about my flowers! Do hope you don't mind that I quoted one from you on my blog?

    The thing is, although I consider myself quite open and emotional for your typical Brit, I l have noticed the way you US bloggy friends are so open with your encouragements to eachother, so unbuttoned up about your hopes and fears and especially your faith. It reminds me that the understated, self-deprecating, slightly defensive way we approach life so often this side of the pond has its drawbacks - like curtailing on possibilities in our relationships, human and Divine. I realise i'm drawing stereotypes here, but you get my drift?

    So thanks for all your unguarded honesty and openness, it too, ahem, "rocks my socks off".

    PS Hope you are feeling better now, sick bugs are THE WORST!

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  29. What an entertaining post, what a lovely way you have with words. I so enjoyed reading this...had to gatecrash your blog, hope you don't mind, but saw your comment before mine on Wild Acre's blog, was intrigued by the name, so came for a nose. Glad I did....
    Maggie at http://mrsrunofthemills.blogspot.com

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  30. A couple days ago, I had fresh fennel for the very first time. I ate the entire bulb (well, Mr. H had several forkfuls), drizzled with lemon juice and olive oil, and layered with fresh pear and Parmesan and salt. I couldn't get enough.

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  31. you always make me laugh out loud. You flashy girl you. I hope you're feeling better by now~ and I love the aqua vase! it's just perfect.

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  32. I like how you played 'betend'. My Aubrie gets scared at night & now that her and Everett shares a room - he 'betects' her. Isn't life beautiful & you have the cutest kids to enjoy it with :)

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  33. Love the vase. Fennel and licorice aren't my favorites either. Neither is rosemary...try as I may I just can't stomach it. Your babies are darling.

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  34. Man I love to read your prose. You are so fun and funny and real and crazy and quirky (and I mean that all in a really good way). Thanks for making me smile tonight...hope you're feeling better...

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  35. You are so, so flashy in the best way ;) So glad you enjoyed the perfect day (minus the stomach bug). You always know how to enjoy the little things and that's what makes you such a good transitioner---is that a word? Transitioner? Transitionee? Transitionista? Um...don't know--but I DO know that you are one in a million.
    ox
    Lara

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  36. I've commented here a couple of times in the past but I just wanted to let you know that I've picked you on my blog for a Beautiful Blog Award. I love your story and your family is amazing. I just thought others should know! Here's the link if you would like to take a look. I hope you don't mind...

    http://doodledaisystudio.blogspot.com/2010/09/thanks-bugaboo.html

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  37. ack i LOVE how you write! "i took a shine to the sign"... and the orange door opens! :)

    sigh. these are the days, when nothing matters but the moment and we need to cut and paste these into our memory, for they help us believe in goodness. xo

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  38. Sounds like you are finding magic in the ordinary and enjoying every.single.moment...I am in love!! sorry you ended up with a stomach bug that surely wasn't the cherry on top, but alas in time all things pass! :)

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  39. Glad your day was grand! Mine, not so much...had me wondering how much my kiddos would go for if I chose to tag them for our friend's garage sale. I love them, I do. Really. Looking forward to a fresh start tomorrow!

    XOXO,
    Angie

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