G.I. Jomance

Anna's little neighbour friend has one of those foot tall G.I. Joe dolls and she brought him over to play a couple days ago. In the hands of two 3-4 year old girls, however, he loses all his macho in a big way. They even named the poor mute guy Romance, his sealed plastic lips unable to defend himself against this imposed image revamping. He was Prince Charming, and the purpose of his big muscles was merely to save Rapunzel from the tower. No shooting or wrestling or sweating. He was probably minty and/or Axe fresh when he rescued her too.
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I have apparently finally acclimated to Nova Scotia. Every year until now, I never found the summer hot. It never got as warm as Kansas City, so I was comfortably enjoying what the locals felt was sweltering. This year, everything changed, and I knew it was changing over the winter. I wore my actual winter coat, maybe twice over the whole winter, and that only while building snowmen for hours. My unlined denim jacket sufficed otherwise, plus a scarf of course, because I am a white person after all.

However, this summer, barely here, has not even reached 80 yet, and I have already begun sweating, and been borderline to complaining about "the heat," which would not have hitherto have been acknowledged as such. In former years, I was just finally taking off my sweater. I was always embarrassed to be standing behind a girl in the grocery store who was wearing shorts, a tank and flip flops, while I still had my scarf on, socks, boots, and had not yet identified where in storage my tank tops were.
Adaptation does apparently happen.
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Two cool quotes from today:
"The only way to see is to shut my eyes, to gaze on that which I cannot see."
Anna: "I wish I could hug Jesus...."
me: "Me too, Sweety."

acorns and an old doll?

Anna went on an overnight camping and fishing excursion with Nanny & Grampy this weekend. she caught a trout while fishing in a brook. She got so very excited when she caught it that she totally forgot herself and forged out into the stream, well over her boots, after that fish. When it started to take off on her, she tried to stop it with her boot! I love the visual of her big eyes, probably squealing, wildly stomping and slapping at the water trying to catch a fish with her foot.

With Grampy's help, she did end up catching it, and ate it, the WHOLE thing, for her lunch the next day. She was so proud.

Then after the fish experience, they were picking strawberries, and at one point in the picking Anna stopped and said to Nanny & Grampy, "When I was young, we didn't have strawberries. I only had some acorns and an old doll to drag around."

It is not necessary to say that everyone split themselves laughing at this tale of unknown origin. Hilarious. Great old-fashioned entertainment.

I love leaves.

I love it when this....

becomes this...

and this.

Jenni smiles. She likes it a lot.

back from vacation

I wish. In reality, I am beginning the third week of not leaving my house.

But I am here to say, you know what one of my favourite things is about having kids? Cause there are a number of them:

One of my favourite things is how being around them takes you back to my own youth, and I can remember feelings and experiences that would otherwise have remain untriggered, pushed into some old storage box in the attic of my brain.

I love remembering the feeling of no schedule or time limitations. Remembering being so unconscious of self and unafraid of men's judgments on you: such freedom. Exploring the veins in a leaf for as long as I felt like laying there in the grass. Listening to an entire symphony on headphones, giving my attention to nothing else, eyes closed, absorbing every nuance and colour. I probably sang along too. I'm sure that was brilliant to observe.

I would put on a 2nd Chapter of Acts or Phil Kaeggy album and dance around my house like a nut job. I loved it. I thought I was amazing. I would play air piano along with the band on the coffeetable. Actually, that`s not true. I played air piano on the top of this big stone elephant that I assume was a plant stand, I don't know what else you would do with it, except play air piano that is.

Fun times.

blabby bloggy

Optimism is on vacation in Florida.

I miss music. I miss long extended sessions of sitting with tapes, rooting through someone's obscure repertoire and gleaning some new choice prizes for mine. I miss the inspiration of learning. Music and otherwise. I miss the chemistry of playing music with other humans. Laughing and enjoying each other's company.

I get tired of no sidewalks and that means muddy shoes.
I get tired of insufficient social interaction and seeing something besides my own kitchen rather infrequently.
And there's a few others,
But when Spring, glorious Spring comes, and I walk even so much as down my driveway, and the crisp sea wind blows my hair back, and I smell the chlorophyll and the wildflower blossoms, and look out to the ocean, the brilliant blue sky, the whole earth is just bursting with rejoicing and praise, exalting its Creator, I am recentered and contented.

So, walk into your driveway for pete's sake and stop complaining!

Yaaa. Well, it doesn't work that way EVery time...