Category - Snapshots

Random stills from our life

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The Tale of the Trump Apple
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Captioned Wednesday
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Vacation Swan Song
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July 4: Independence Day
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Goodbye, Summer of 2008
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Wordless Wednesday
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Wordless Wednesday
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Poof!
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Wordless Wednesday
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The Kids This Weekend

The Tale of the Trump Apple

After a day when the Democrats sweep elections in Virginia and New Jersey, Sam says thoughtfully: “Trump is like an apple. Think of a RIPE apple.”

Not sure where this is going, I wait.

“Like the ripest apple that’s ready for picking.”

His mop of straggly hair has its own zip code, it’s so unruly. I am distracted for a moment and reach over in the car to comb it with my fingers. He leans away, as he does these days — 13 and growing ever more apart from Mom and ever more into Sam.

“Okay. Trump is an apple, a RIPE apple.” Glancing at the clock, I tell him his bus is about to pull up.

“America was waiting for a long time for this apple to ripen — it promised to be sweet, juicy, good for you. And when the apple was at its most ripe, America picked it, picked Trump.”

“Indeed,” I sigh. “They did.”

“But after they picked it, because it was so ripe, the Trump apple started to rot from the inside out. And now Trump is a rotten apple.”

Huh. For a boy who had to learn every metaphor was not literal, to understand that “raining cats and dogs” does not mean they are falling paws-first from the sky, he has come a long, long way.

“What happens next?” I ask.

(Because now I really want to know.)

“A bird comes along,” he says, “and takes it away.”

The Mueller Bird? The Bird of Freedom? Big Bird?

But his bus has pulled up and he’s out the door, backpack askew, headphones in place.

 

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Vacation Swan Song

It’s never easy to say goodbye to the beach and family, it’s been so lovely. But it is time for a return to our routine. I miss you, routine! I can’t wait to see you again, routine! Yay, routine! On our way home…

Goodbye, Summer of 2008

Fires, downed trees, hotel rooms that were too small. Tight spaces both physical and in my mind. Stretch, breathe, watch John emerge while Sam inhales the world. And my babies turn four. Unexpected gifts: an extended stay with family, the warmth of that embrace. How my boys dealt with so much upheaval and yet are sleeping through the night. Amazing. The work continues on our house: the roof is up, the siding almost done, and I get to pick brand new colors for every room. But I’m ready for the crispness of Fall.

Wordless Wednesday

People! Please witness the sudden and unexplained liberation of those Telly Tubby trouble-makers La-La, Po, Dipsy and Tinky-Winky, after a year of neglect at the bottom of a laundry basket (ever since their unexciting arrival last year from ebay seller A548123). The beneficent liberator, John, arranged them against the wall while parading Thomas back and forth in front of them. A fine homecoming…

Poof!

From a peeved Sam after I asked him to help me clean up his toys:
“Mommy disappear. Turn into Daddy.”

Oh, would I. Could I?

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