Friday, November 25, 2011

Thanksgiving Night

My kids were with their dad's family this holiday, and as much as they were missed, I wouldn't say I hated the lack of drama and slapstick with my meal. Later, after my younger bro and his wife had left for their second Thanksgiving, I pushed for a night walk.

Our walk was already spectacular when we found these flowers made of repurposed books in the lit window of an empty building.

And we hadn't even made it to the creepy Christmas village.

The ability to move around freely, unhindered by cranky little people, made me want to do something even more crazy - like go on a carni ride at the deserted Christmas village.The problem was they all looked like baby rides. My middle bro encouraged me to approach one of the ride operators about my dilemma.

Is this ride for kids?

"It's for everybody."

But is it really for kids?

"It's a family ride."

But it looks like it's for kids.

"Anyone can go on it."

Is it really for kids?


My family stood back a ways, waiting with pleasant smiles during the interrogation. This is what I love about my family: sometimes, we call each other on stuff, and sometimes, we talk about each other quietly out of earshot . . . but regardless, we're always watching, always judging.

At midnight, my mother and I made it out to Black Friday, another activity I campaigned for in the name of no kids. I wanted to get a vacuum and maybe some socks. This is clearly the kind of shopping that demands you give up sleep.It was entertaining to see the people running through the door for the half-off TV's.

Until we saw the line to get in. Nevermind about the vacuum.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Occupy Suit

I have to wear a suit for work in these Occupy times, and it's a trip stopping by the store in my town before or after work. I've gotten comments from people I've never seen before in my life. How do they know it's weird that I'm wearing a suit? I think I'd feel better about it if I were in the 1%. Or, at least I'd be wearing a better suit.

Yesterday, I stopped by Whole Foods just before I left town for work. The checker snorted with laughter when I got to the front of the line, "You look like a banker!" He stopped ringing my items to stare. I guess he wanted to know what I do for a living.

I'm not a banker.

"Well, you look like one."

Thanks. I'm not. I get heckled a lot about this, so . . .

"Because this is (name of town censored). If you're not a banker, wear jeans." He pointed to his jeans.


Anyway, that's the latest from me and my suit. More soon.

Monday, November 7, 2011

The Buildup

I noticed Daisy doing something with a stack of post-its and more tinfoil than any kid should need last night, but as anyone knows who's been a parent for longer than 15 minutes, you never interrupt a kid who's not interrupting you. And besides, I found this surprise treat with instructions in the fridge this morning.

There's a muffin involved?

OK, OK . . . what's on the foil?

But what about the muffin?

Which pillow?

I do bump my head a lot on the bunkbed.

"Hear Go Cool Muffin for Mom" . . . I can't wait!

Maybe a little more batter in the Easy Bake next time.