Two years ago today, after one of the most excruciating nights of my life, we welcomed with pure joy and love RT into our family. It has been the best two years ever! I adore our son. I enjoy our family. Life is so very good for the Boston Skopes!
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Happy #2 RT!!
Two years ago today, after one of the most excruciating nights of my life, we welcomed with pure joy and love RT into our family. It has been the best two years ever! I adore our son. I enjoy our family. Life is so very good for the Boston Skopes!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Monday Adventures
This past Monday was a day full of adventures for our family. The morning started out as normal. I sent RT and Roger to work and went about getting ready for my day.
I was walking from the train to work when I saw a woman in VERY high heels. As I am not really a heel wearer, I don't know how high, but HIGH! She was wearing a suit with a nice scarf and carrying a nice bag. She had a really hard time walking. I slowed my normal pace so I could stay behind her...I was fascinated that anyone could walk in those shoes. She took her phone out and started texting. We have a brick sidewalk system outside of my office. There is only sand between the bricks, though they are butted up very close to each other. Her heel sunk into a groove between two bricks. She twisted and fell. Her cell phone ended up broken in front of her. Her skirt ripped. Her hand was bleeding and her tights were shredded. She turned onto her butt and started crying...wailing. A couple people in front of me stopped to see how she was doing. She had a job interview in 20 minutes! How do you explain that!!! Lesson learned, wear shoes you can walk in on the day you have a job interview!!! oh, and if you have an interview, make sure you air your clothes out after you were smoking pot--different guy, different day, different story, but still.
After lunch, I took my camera and my nephew, Luke's stuffed Minnesota gopher out for a walk around my work neighborhood. I took pictures of him around town. It was the Red Sox home opener. Fenway is only a few blocks from my work (across the expressway, though). I saw seas of blue and red. The sun was shining and it was in the upper 60's. The al fresco diners (and beer drinkers) were preparing the for the game. The mood in my neighborhood was fun. I had a great time.
But, then it was back to work. After work, I met Roger and RT at North Station which is located underneath the TD (Boston) Garden. We were taking Goldy the gopher to see the Bobby Orr statue. As I arrived at the station, I noticed all the cars were filled with white guys (which is unusual) in Bruins jerseys (not as unusual as I thought). We walked out of the station and into seas of white, gold and black. Again, the mood was fun. There were more al fresco beer drinkers, these guys not even bothering with the food! It was a fun atmosphere. We met a woman from Moorhead, Minnesota and her mom from Minot, North Dakota at Bobby Orr. It was fun to run into those two! We took more pictures. RT was drinking it all in! He loved it.
We walked into the garlic scented North End where there is an Italian restaurant every 10 feet. It was fun to peer into the windows and see the wine and the cloth napkins. We weren't feeling in the Italian mood, so on to Fanueill Hall we went. RT and Goldy saw Paul Revere's home and a statue of Sam Adams. We had dinner at UBurger, a local chain. It was good; we had fun. As is often the case, a couple stopped by and remarked how well behaved RT was at the restaurant. He was wonderful!
We walked through the Holocaust Memorial on our way home. RT marveled at walking through the steam venting up from the ground. The clear glass panels with the names of those killed were eerie right before dusk. I was emotional seeing my little boy enveloped in the steam that represented the gas chambers and realized how fortunate we are. We had a couple quiet moments as if even RT knew it was something sacred and reflective.
The quiet did not last long. We headed for the Orange line and home. It was jammy time right away. And then bedtime for RT. Roger and I watched Game of Thrones from the night before and headed to dreamland soon after. If only every day could be that great! I guess every day is pretty great with a wonderful family like mine.
I was walking from the train to work when I saw a woman in VERY high heels. As I am not really a heel wearer, I don't know how high, but HIGH! She was wearing a suit with a nice scarf and carrying a nice bag. She had a really hard time walking. I slowed my normal pace so I could stay behind her...I was fascinated that anyone could walk in those shoes. She took her phone out and started texting. We have a brick sidewalk system outside of my office. There is only sand between the bricks, though they are butted up very close to each other. Her heel sunk into a groove between two bricks. She twisted and fell. Her cell phone ended up broken in front of her. Her skirt ripped. Her hand was bleeding and her tights were shredded. She turned onto her butt and started crying...wailing. A couple people in front of me stopped to see how she was doing. She had a job interview in 20 minutes! How do you explain that!!! Lesson learned, wear shoes you can walk in on the day you have a job interview!!! oh, and if you have an interview, make sure you air your clothes out after you were smoking pot--different guy, different day, different story, but still.
After lunch, I took my camera and my nephew, Luke's stuffed Minnesota gopher out for a walk around my work neighborhood. I took pictures of him around town. It was the Red Sox home opener. Fenway is only a few blocks from my work (across the expressway, though). I saw seas of blue and red. The sun was shining and it was in the upper 60's. The al fresco diners (and beer drinkers) were preparing the for the game. The mood in my neighborhood was fun. I had a great time.
But, then it was back to work. After work, I met Roger and RT at North Station which is located underneath the TD (Boston) Garden. We were taking Goldy the gopher to see the Bobby Orr statue. As I arrived at the station, I noticed all the cars were filled with white guys (which is unusual) in Bruins jerseys (not as unusual as I thought). We walked out of the station and into seas of white, gold and black. Again, the mood was fun. There were more al fresco beer drinkers, these guys not even bothering with the food! It was a fun atmosphere. We met a woman from Moorhead, Minnesota and her mom from Minot, North Dakota at Bobby Orr. It was fun to run into those two! We took more pictures. RT was drinking it all in! He loved it.
We walked into the garlic scented North End where there is an Italian restaurant every 10 feet. It was fun to peer into the windows and see the wine and the cloth napkins. We weren't feeling in the Italian mood, so on to Fanueill Hall we went. RT and Goldy saw Paul Revere's home and a statue of Sam Adams. We had dinner at UBurger, a local chain. It was good; we had fun. As is often the case, a couple stopped by and remarked how well behaved RT was at the restaurant. He was wonderful!
We walked through the Holocaust Memorial on our way home. RT marveled at walking through the steam venting up from the ground. The clear glass panels with the names of those killed were eerie right before dusk. I was emotional seeing my little boy enveloped in the steam that represented the gas chambers and realized how fortunate we are. We had a couple quiet moments as if even RT knew it was something sacred and reflective.
The quiet did not last long. We headed for the Orange line and home. It was jammy time right away. And then bedtime for RT. Roger and I watched Game of Thrones from the night before and headed to dreamland soon after. If only every day could be that great! I guess every day is pretty great with a wonderful family like mine.
Friday, April 5, 2013
How Roger Ebert (and Gene Siskel and others) Influenced My Life
Last night I was saddened, like so many others, to learn of Roger Ebert's death. I know his health had been failing over the past few years and recent pictures of him were nearly unrecognizable. As I cried, I realized that he had a tremendous influence over the trajectory of my life. If Andrew Sarris, the film critic whom, in my eyes, provided an academic foundation for studying film giving me the opportunity to write about film, then Ebert and Siskel affected my personal experience in watching movies.
I have always loved movies. If you know me at all, you know that about me. I remember seeing Grease when it first came out in the theaters in 1978; I was 7 years old and so excited. I think that was really the beginning of my love for the movies. There were times in high school when I had seen all the movies at the movie theater at least once and a couple of them twice. Some of my fondest memories with my friends have been at movies. Jane and I saw many, many movies together, but I Raising Arizona was one of my favorites. We quoted lines from that for years (I still do!). John and I saw Batman the summer of 1989 after much hype and the long movie, we had a good discussion. I think one of the best things for me was the ride home after a movie. It was about 20 minutes door to door from the theater to home, which was the perfect time to discuss the movie we had just seen. Often my companion and I agreed with the overall assessment of the film (thumbs up or down), though not always. And many times we even said, "Thumbs up" or "Thumbs down".
We got that from Ebert and Siskel. It was always a treat to catch them on a Saturday on WGN. At the Movies was a great title. I was always disappointed when I had been looking forward to a movie's release and it got two thumbs down. I usually saw the movie anyway and would either agree, or more often disagree, with the film experts. Even though they could not hear my opinions, I often felt like I was a part of a dialogue with them, that we were all discussing the film. My favorite times watching the show were definitely when the two of them did not agree. I loved the arguing, sometimes bickering, about how the other was mistaken, the film was good (or bad), the actor stunk (or was brilliant). The banter between Siskel and Ebert, and later between Ebert and Roper, is what fueled my desire to forever discuss films.
At one time, I wanted to be a film critic. I wanted to share my insights with the world. But that never panned out for me. When I began my academic career at North Dakota State University, there was no major for "film critic" or even any film courses. And that was okay because NDSU didn't exactly work out for me at that time.
When I started at Old Dominion University, I embraced English Literature. I loved it. Even then, most of my major papers compared the novel or short story to the film adaptation. Which is when I was introduced to Sarris (and many other film scholars). The Humanities Institute was a perfect match for me and the director, Dana, was eager to support my work in films. I wrote papers on several films in graduate school, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, Bend it Like Beckham, Volver, and of course the entire James Bond collection. I was elated to find a way to make my academic career blend with my love of dissecting movies...a love that I tie directly to Ebert and Siskel.
So there it is, a television show influenced my life. I'm sure I'm not the only one. As I watched last nights episode of Project Runway, I immediately connected the discussions Heidi Klum and the judges have with Ebert and Siskel. They agree, they disagree, they discuss. I choked up a bit.
I am not a person to dwell on what happens to us after we die. I sure hope that it is good. I feel that if I live a good life, whatever happens after I die will reflect that. But, even I see Roger Ebert sitting next to Gene Siskel sharing popcorn and discussing the new Lone Ranger flick...I just wish I knew if it were thumbs up or down.
I have always loved movies. If you know me at all, you know that about me. I remember seeing Grease when it first came out in the theaters in 1978; I was 7 years old and so excited. I think that was really the beginning of my love for the movies. There were times in high school when I had seen all the movies at the movie theater at least once and a couple of them twice. Some of my fondest memories with my friends have been at movies. Jane and I saw many, many movies together, but I Raising Arizona was one of my favorites. We quoted lines from that for years (I still do!). John and I saw Batman the summer of 1989 after much hype and the long movie, we had a good discussion. I think one of the best things for me was the ride home after a movie. It was about 20 minutes door to door from the theater to home, which was the perfect time to discuss the movie we had just seen. Often my companion and I agreed with the overall assessment of the film (thumbs up or down), though not always. And many times we even said, "Thumbs up" or "Thumbs down".
We got that from Ebert and Siskel. It was always a treat to catch them on a Saturday on WGN. At the Movies was a great title. I was always disappointed when I had been looking forward to a movie's release and it got two thumbs down. I usually saw the movie anyway and would either agree, or more often disagree, with the film experts. Even though they could not hear my opinions, I often felt like I was a part of a dialogue with them, that we were all discussing the film. My favorite times watching the show were definitely when the two of them did not agree. I loved the arguing, sometimes bickering, about how the other was mistaken, the film was good (or bad), the actor stunk (or was brilliant). The banter between Siskel and Ebert, and later between Ebert and Roper, is what fueled my desire to forever discuss films.
At one time, I wanted to be a film critic. I wanted to share my insights with the world. But that never panned out for me. When I began my academic career at North Dakota State University, there was no major for "film critic" or even any film courses. And that was okay because NDSU didn't exactly work out for me at that time.
When I started at Old Dominion University, I embraced English Literature. I loved it. Even then, most of my major papers compared the novel or short story to the film adaptation. Which is when I was introduced to Sarris (and many other film scholars). The Humanities Institute was a perfect match for me and the director, Dana, was eager to support my work in films. I wrote papers on several films in graduate school, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, Bend it Like Beckham, Volver, and of course the entire James Bond collection. I was elated to find a way to make my academic career blend with my love of dissecting movies...a love that I tie directly to Ebert and Siskel.
So there it is, a television show influenced my life. I'm sure I'm not the only one. As I watched last nights episode of Project Runway, I immediately connected the discussions Heidi Klum and the judges have with Ebert and Siskel. They agree, they disagree, they discuss. I choked up a bit.
I am not a person to dwell on what happens to us after we die. I sure hope that it is good. I feel that if I live a good life, whatever happens after I die will reflect that. But, even I see Roger Ebert sitting next to Gene Siskel sharing popcorn and discussing the new Lone Ranger flick...I just wish I knew if it were thumbs up or down.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Random Thoughts on a Snowy Spring Day
Today is officially the second day of spring, yet, as I look outside, I see snowflakes suspended in air. It looks like a snow globe, beautiful. However, my body and soul and mind are all ready for the real spring to show up. I have put off giving myself a pedicure until I can wear sandals and almost all the polish is gone...it is taking too long.
I am not complaining; things could be much worse. It could be below zero (Minot) or I could be worried about impending flooding (Fargo) or I could be worried about incredibly unseasonable snow (Richmond). Now, I wish I could run out and play and catch snowflakes on my tongue; oh, to be a kid again.
Cupcakes have been calling my name. I just can't seem to get away from them. I relented and ate a delicious chocolate and peanut butter cupcake after lunch today. It was a nice gift that perked up my brain, temporarily. Now, I feel drowsy. Coffee is calling me next.
RT was invited to his first friend birthday party in April. He is growing up way too fast. I have been pondering the gift he should bring. How much does one spend on a classmate when he turns two? I will likely find some puzzles and books across the street that will fit the bill. Second birthday parties are a funny thing.
My parents will be visiting a week after RT turns two. He's asked for a guitar. He adore strumming the strings with his Dad. I adore watching the two of them find their music together. Our family is a lovely thing.
The Skophammer girls' Pinterest accounts have been filled with wedding pins and ideas. I enjoy looking through the ideas and ways to save money or enjoy the outdoors even when the weather doesn't cooperate. It reminds Roger and my wedding in Minnesota in August. It was to be the perfect outdoor celebration at the Asian Botanical Gardens at Normandale. It was in August, so it would be hot? No? Try a cold 60-something degree pouring down rainy day. We made do and had a fun time. I'd do it the same again, if given the chance.
Though, I have been thinking of a vow renewal for Roger and I with only RT in Hawaii sometime. Perhaps.
Lately I have been seeking that thing that is mine. Something that doesn't involve RT or even Roger. It is eluding me. Is it a craft? Should I learn a foreign language? Should I start training for the Boston Marathon...2020? I will find it. I am motivated, but limited. What will my thing be?
I see a new wave of babies and children being introduced. Couples are adopting. Women are pregnant. Co-workers have newborns. I love kids and babies and the joy of it all. Maybe I am noticing because it is spring. Or, most likely, I am noticing because I no longer have a baby. RT is not a baby anymore.
I have begun to understand that in life, happiness is the journey, the every day, the mundane, but not the end result of something that is not happy. I like this joy in my life that I have found. There will always be goals and trips and things we are eager to see, have and do, but the real joy in life, is life itself. Simple.
I am not complaining; things could be much worse. It could be below zero (Minot) or I could be worried about impending flooding (Fargo) or I could be worried about incredibly unseasonable snow (Richmond). Now, I wish I could run out and play and catch snowflakes on my tongue; oh, to be a kid again.
Cupcakes have been calling my name. I just can't seem to get away from them. I relented and ate a delicious chocolate and peanut butter cupcake after lunch today. It was a nice gift that perked up my brain, temporarily. Now, I feel drowsy. Coffee is calling me next.
RT was invited to his first friend birthday party in April. He is growing up way too fast. I have been pondering the gift he should bring. How much does one spend on a classmate when he turns two? I will likely find some puzzles and books across the street that will fit the bill. Second birthday parties are a funny thing.
My parents will be visiting a week after RT turns two. He's asked for a guitar. He adore strumming the strings with his Dad. I adore watching the two of them find their music together. Our family is a lovely thing.
The Skophammer girls' Pinterest accounts have been filled with wedding pins and ideas. I enjoy looking through the ideas and ways to save money or enjoy the outdoors even when the weather doesn't cooperate. It reminds Roger and my wedding in Minnesota in August. It was to be the perfect outdoor celebration at the Asian Botanical Gardens at Normandale. It was in August, so it would be hot? No? Try a cold 60-something degree pouring down rainy day. We made do and had a fun time. I'd do it the same again, if given the chance.
Though, I have been thinking of a vow renewal for Roger and I with only RT in Hawaii sometime. Perhaps.
Lately I have been seeking that thing that is mine. Something that doesn't involve RT or even Roger. It is eluding me. Is it a craft? Should I learn a foreign language? Should I start training for the Boston Marathon...2020? I will find it. I am motivated, but limited. What will my thing be?
I see a new wave of babies and children being introduced. Couples are adopting. Women are pregnant. Co-workers have newborns. I love kids and babies and the joy of it all. Maybe I am noticing because it is spring. Or, most likely, I am noticing because I no longer have a baby. RT is not a baby anymore.
I have begun to understand that in life, happiness is the journey, the every day, the mundane, but not the end result of something that is not happy. I like this joy in my life that I have found. There will always be goals and trips and things we are eager to see, have and do, but the real joy in life, is life itself. Simple.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Oh, How Things Have Changed!
The other day I read a blog entry written by a mother. She was mourning the death of her former,
pre-mommy, self. I related. There were many examples she gave that had my
name all over them. I am not the same
woman as I was in December of 2009. That
is when Roger and I decided to try to have a child. It was not an easy decision, but once we
agreed upon it, we went for it! And it
went great right away; by February 2010, I was pregnant. Yes, it only took a month for me to get
pregnant. Great, right? Well, not really.
I had a miscarriage.
Most readers of this blog do not know that. I kept it extremely private. Some close family knew. It was heart breaking. It ranks up near the top for worst
experiences in my life. I know many
people who have had them before, and was always sad for them. I could never understand. Now, I do.
It took RT’s birth to really get past mourning that loss. At the time, I worried I would not get
pregnant.
Thankfully, a few months later, I did! And 38 weeks after that, RT was born. He is the light of my life. But, has he become everything in my
life? It seems that way. I don’t want to give up my own identity. The truth is, I don’t really know who I am
anymore.
Last night was the Academy Awards. For as long as I can remember, it has been
one of my favorite nights of the year.
In the past, I would have seen at least a couple of the nominated films,
but not this year. I saw Skyfall, which was nominated for a few
things, and that is all. It is expensive
to go out to a movie. With tickets,
snacks and the babysitter, it could be close to $100. That is too much. And, really it is okay. Most of the time I don’t mind missing out on
movies in the theater. But, sometimes,
the old me remembers how much I love the theater, the popcorn, the sound and
the getting out. Last night was one of
those nights.
I recorded the Oscars on my DVR. When it began, I was watching a home chef’s
episode of Chopped, which I
enjoyed. I fast-forwarded through some
of the award show before I went to bed (though not enough as that Seth
McFarland was really awful!!!). I wanted
to see the 50 Years of Bond 007 celebration.
And I loved seeing Shirley Bassey sing Goldfinger. But, then I went
to bed. I hurried through the show this
morning, noting that I want to see some of the films and a lot of the
performances, but that overall, the Show, The Oscars, doesn’t mean that much to
me anymore.
And that made me sad.
There were years that I was able to go into work late after the Oscars,
and I did because I stayed up until after midnight relishing in the speeches
and dresses and banter. I don’t feel
that anymore. I’d rather snuggle with RT
and read Goodnight Moon for the
millionth time. And feel him fall asleep
in my arms. That is my night, now. And it is a good one!
My old self is gone.
That pre-Mommy Kate no longer exists.
And, guess what? That’s just
fine. There will be times that I miss
that old me, but there are so many more times that I am in awe of the joys my
life brings with RT. I’d never, ever
trade my life as Mommy for the old me.
Well, maybe when the next 007 film is released in theaters…nah!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Is It Spring, Yet?
I know I shouldn't complain. We've only had one snowstorm, really. And, it hasn't been that cold. But, I am so ready for spring. This past weekend we couldn't go to the Science Expo because it was too cold and windy and snowy. Then, we couldn't take RT to the Museum of Science because it was just too cold, the wind chill was below zero.
I am thankful that it is better than if we had stayed in North Dakota. Of course, if we had stayed there we would have a car, which would make outings somewhat easier. All three of us would rather live here without a car than be back in Fargo.
I try to get out at least once a day at work; whether to get lunch or groceries or run errands. I work in a part that could be "Downtown Boston", though there are a few areas that could claim that. I work across the street from the Prudential Building, which is older, but really interesting. Within a couple blocks, I can get to Whole Foods, Trader Joe's, Shaws Supermarket, Dunkin Donuts, Au Bon Pain, The Body Shop, Lulumon, Godiva, Barnes and Noble and many, many other wonderful places (have I mentioned the cupcakes from Crumb?). I can actually get a lot done on my lunch hour and I don't have to drive anywhere!
I was able to finally watch Skyfall! Oh, how I love James Bond. The film was pretty good and made Saturday a great day!
RT is bored at home. Luckily his daycare has a great gym so he can run some of his wiggles out! We set up our Wii, yesterday. We found a game that belonged to Cassie in the machine. Cassie brought it to our house a hear and a half ago. I guess we haven't used the Wii in a long time! We played "Let's Dance" and had a great time. RT thought it was awesome to dance around with his parents. He wanted the controller, though. I guess we will need a third one, soon.
As I put on my socks today, I so wanted to wear sandals. I cannot wait for the warm air and the ability to wear capri pants, skirts and NO socks. Soon, I hope.
I won't complain. Life is pretty good for us. Actually, it is wicked awesome! Now, when spring hits, it will be even better!
I am thankful that it is better than if we had stayed in North Dakota. Of course, if we had stayed there we would have a car, which would make outings somewhat easier. All three of us would rather live here without a car than be back in Fargo.
I try to get out at least once a day at work; whether to get lunch or groceries or run errands. I work in a part that could be "Downtown Boston", though there are a few areas that could claim that. I work across the street from the Prudential Building, which is older, but really interesting. Within a couple blocks, I can get to Whole Foods, Trader Joe's, Shaws Supermarket, Dunkin Donuts, Au Bon Pain, The Body Shop, Lulumon, Godiva, Barnes and Noble and many, many other wonderful places (have I mentioned the cupcakes from Crumb?). I can actually get a lot done on my lunch hour and I don't have to drive anywhere!
I was able to finally watch Skyfall! Oh, how I love James Bond. The film was pretty good and made Saturday a great day!
RT is bored at home. Luckily his daycare has a great gym so he can run some of his wiggles out! We set up our Wii, yesterday. We found a game that belonged to Cassie in the machine. Cassie brought it to our house a hear and a half ago. I guess we haven't used the Wii in a long time! We played "Let's Dance" and had a great time. RT thought it was awesome to dance around with his parents. He wanted the controller, though. I guess we will need a third one, soon.
As I put on my socks today, I so wanted to wear sandals. I cannot wait for the warm air and the ability to wear capri pants, skirts and NO socks. Soon, I hope.
I won't complain. Life is pretty good for us. Actually, it is wicked awesome! Now, when spring hits, it will be even better!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day!!
I love Valentine's Day. I can't think of anything better than sharing the love with all the special people in my life. It is not about flowers, chocolate or gifts, or even about the newest Bond flick out on Blu-Ray (yes, I did get Skyfall from my favorite Valentines); it is about sharing love. That is it.
LOVE!!!
LOVE!!!
Monday, February 11, 2013
Reunions!
I needed a pick-me-up today; so, I found my favorites in reunion photos! It makes me smile!
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Sickness and the Storm
We have had a pretty crappy couple of weeks in this house. We have all been sick. I was treated for a sinus infection, then caught a cold. RT caught my cold times 10. Roger had the cold and may now have a sinus infection. We have been stuck in this house for 8 out of the last 10 days! We were ready to get out, but then...
Here comes Nemo! Yes the blizzard that shut down Massachusetts. The transit was closed; the roads were closed; the State was closed! It snowed nearly two feet. Our road has been full of snow since Friday night. We experienced hurricane force winds. The snow is heavy and wet. Our landlord was shoveling the roof bright and early yesterday morning. He waited until later in the day to start the snowblower. We walked in a small shoveled path to the corner market yesterday; yes, all three of us went to the market to just get out of the house!
RT is not a fan of snow. I wonder if that will change next year. Maybe we will try another outing to see if he likes it better today.
The Museum of Science is open today. I thought about going, but the trains are still closed, so we have no way of getting there. Oh, well.
We are all feeling better and ready to do something. And the forecast for tomorrow? Freezing rain...Oy! Welcome to Wicked Boston!
Here comes Nemo! Yes the blizzard that shut down Massachusetts. The transit was closed; the roads were closed; the State was closed! It snowed nearly two feet. Our road has been full of snow since Friday night. We experienced hurricane force winds. The snow is heavy and wet. Our landlord was shoveling the roof bright and early yesterday morning. He waited until later in the day to start the snowblower. We walked in a small shoveled path to the corner market yesterday; yes, all three of us went to the market to just get out of the house!
RT is not a fan of snow. I wonder if that will change next year. Maybe we will try another outing to see if he likes it better today.
The Museum of Science is open today. I thought about going, but the trains are still closed, so we have no way of getting there. Oh, well.
We are all feeling better and ready to do something. And the forecast for tomorrow? Freezing rain...Oy! Welcome to Wicked Boston!
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Birthdays
I just sent my granddaughter Delaney's birthday gift. It is already two weeks late and won't likely get there for another week. I have lots of excuses as to why it is late, good excuses. I loved picking out the gift and shipping it to her. I hope she loves it. But, it has me thinking about birthdays.
My birthday is over four months away. And, for the first time in my life, I don't want to celebrate it. I want to work and have dinner at home with my husband and son. I've lost my love/zeal for birthdays. I don't know if it is a side-effect of motherhood, or if my last couple of birthdays have been disappointing, but I just don't care about them anymore.
When I think a bit harder about it, it really stems from the loss of my grandparents. My parents and sister have always made my birthdays special. But, there was something about those cards and hugs from my grandparents. I still have a small collection of birthday cards from Grandma Schmid and Grandpa Kristianson. They made my birthdays special. And I miss them, and all my grandparents, all the time.
So, if your birthday is coming up and I only get you a Facebook post or a text saying "Happy Birthday" enjoy that! I'm not giving them up totally. I'm just not as on top of birthdays as I've been in the past.
My birthday is in June and one of my former friends once stated in May, "It must be time for Target to display your birthday decorations." I think that time has come and gone for me. Birthdays are just another day!
My birthday is over four months away. And, for the first time in my life, I don't want to celebrate it. I want to work and have dinner at home with my husband and son. I've lost my love/zeal for birthdays. I don't know if it is a side-effect of motherhood, or if my last couple of birthdays have been disappointing, but I just don't care about them anymore.
When I think a bit harder about it, it really stems from the loss of my grandparents. My parents and sister have always made my birthdays special. But, there was something about those cards and hugs from my grandparents. I still have a small collection of birthday cards from Grandma Schmid and Grandpa Kristianson. They made my birthdays special. And I miss them, and all my grandparents, all the time.
So, if your birthday is coming up and I only get you a Facebook post or a text saying "Happy Birthday" enjoy that! I'm not giving them up totally. I'm just not as on top of birthdays as I've been in the past.
My birthday is in June and one of my former friends once stated in May, "It must be time for Target to display your birthday decorations." I think that time has come and gone for me. Birthdays are just another day!
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