Waiting

On the last hunt of the season, Trip and I waited at the top of a hill for the rest of the group.
Trip

 

You may now make admiring comments on how handsome my dog is and reflect on his fantastic behavior that he was actually waiting with me at the top of a hill.

Don’t worry, there’s time to let all the beauty of it sink it,  plenty of time to expounded on his greatness. We’ve months of waiting before it’s time to walk the fields again.

 

It’s Only Paint

The office walls were ugly and dirty with a spattering of holes and scratches. The fresh gallon of paint was sitting right there on the floor and every time I thought about actually painting I shrugged it off.

It’s only the paint, it’ll be fine.

Finally I did seize the day, crack open the can and faced a few truths about myself and painting projects.

1- When faced with a large dreaded project, I will abandon all other “to do’s” when inspiration strikes. Sure there were 5 million more important things to do than change the color of the office wall, but I might have gone on hating the walls for another year had I not just dove in on a whim.

2- When diving into projects on a whim, I’m never well prepared, barge along anyway, promise myself I’ll do better next time and never do. I had paint already, so what if I was lacking sufficient painter’s tape, a full sized roller or sand to add a bit of texture to the flat walls. It’s a little room, it’ll be fine!

3- When attempting projects with insufficient preparation, it’s never as “fine” as I think it will be. I took my tiny roller and began.  …updownupdownupdownupdownupdownupdown… Until I reached a bit of un-taped trim. …up…down…up…down… “This is fine,” I told myself, “It’s a small room,” I told myself. Then I looked back and …updownupdownupdown… went my tiny roller over the area I’d just painted. Perhaps you have noticed how the ends of a roller have a tendency to leave an extra thick line of paint if you aren’t careful. I have now noticed that when your roller is a quarter the size it should be, that means you end up with approximately 376,000 times more lines on your wall. I did say I wanted texture…

4 – The beautiful post and beam construction of our house was just as big of a #*%@ to paint around as I feared. The office is a small room, with three doors and a window, which is by itself a bit of an edge-work headache. Add to that three corner posts, one with angle braces headed to the ceiling and three beams along the edge of the ceiling and you have transformed a small room into a painting nightmare. Also, you can’t just wipe paint off million year old re-purposed beams like you can nicely sanded and varnished trim. Scrubbing with dripping wet clothes and swearing will only mange to reduce your “oops” to a light colored smear.

5- Kids and animals will not help the painting process. No.  Instead, just when you crack a can of paint they, who were previously missing, will swarm. Asking to help, asking to go outside, asking to be pet, investigating painting supplies and trying to touch walls. Even when banished from the room dogs will still need to go out – and inside, kids will still get into fights, homework will still need help and dinner will still need to be put on the table. So basically it’s just like normal, but with paint. Also on normal days when cooking dinner in the crockpot I don’t accidentally turn it off half way through. “Leftovers!” continues to be an unsuccessful battle cry for me.

6-I will make a mess. I will drip and smear and think of my grandpa who told me when I was painting for him that he was going to charge me for every drip. Please don’t charge me Gramps! I’ll never get the kids through college if you charge me for all these drips. It already takes me twice as long to leave my paint contaminated area (of course it’s covered in an insufficient amount of drop clothes) as it should when I’m covered in drips, I don’t need to be punished again.

7- The kids will, somehow, in someway, wreck something. Poor girl, it’s not really her fault. She’s only four and she just traded beds with her sister.  And as soon as I heard little footsteps frantically running back and forth I put down my painting stuff and ran. I got to the bathroom just in time to hear the sound of someone peeing but nobody on the toilet. No, poor girl was half asleep standing on the step stool in front of the sink.  The step stool that could have a successful career as pee distributor. I striped the girl and put her in the tub. Then washed the stool, and the floor, and the bathmat, and the wall, and the cupboards before running the dirty laundry to the washer. When I returned I made the unfortunate discovery that my girl was cold and all the pajamas were wrong…

Eventually I resumed painting only to discover that some of the paint had dried a bit in the roller pan and would now occasionally leave glumpy lumps on the walls. Did I say my walls were flat? No. No flat walls here. These walls are full of texture!

8- At the beginning of a painting process I will have ideas and plans about what to paint next, by the end I will be done painting forever. The room looks brighter, cleaner and beautiful with it’s new walls. I started moving in furniture.  I looked at the bookshelf before I moved it in. The dirty, marked up, never been painted bookshelf. I looked at my nice bright, clean,  beautiful office. I moved it in anyway.

It’s only paint, it’ll be fine.

The Secrets of Ice Cream Success by A.D. Hartley

Do you remember that group of kids, (mostly boys) that was so fun to be around?

Clowns, jokers and best friends they teased each other and everyone else, wrestled and created a friendly hulabaloo everywhere they went.  Everyone giggled with them and nobody ever took seriously until one day you turned around and realized that somehow, between all the fart jokes and noogies, they’d gone out, conquered demons you didn’t even know they had and accomplished things.

The gang in this book is saving an ice cream emporium but I think you’ll recognize them anyway.

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Would I recommend it? Yes! The antics of the boys (and girl) are an excellent counter balance to the heavier elements of the book. I was hooked by the drama and laughed my way through the plot. Which might mean I have the sense of humor of a fourteen year old boy… But it certainly means that I’d recommend it as a great middle grade or young adult book.  Heck, I’d even say that, as your child’s responsible parent, you think you should probably “check” this book for them and read it first!

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The Bad Girl by L. Donsky-Levine

This was hard to read.

I wanted more.

It was a conundrum.

You see, as hard as it was to read about a girl attempting to pull herself out of some of life’s most horrible situations, I still wanted to know more about her. This book, a novella really, is complete and full, it doesn’t technically need more. But that’s not stopping me from wanting it to have more.

The jumps in time throughout the story left me, not disoriented, but sad. I wanted to know how she’d been getting along when we weren’t a party to it. I wanted more chapters by the cat, (One of the best cat point of views ever!).  I just wanted… more.

Would I recommend it? Ehh… Umm… Er… It was good, in a dark, gritty, shocking sort of way. But along with the grit is a measure of hope, love, a portrait of New York City in the 70’s and an awful lot things to mull over when you’ve put the book down.  I’m glad I read it but I wouldn’t hand it to you until after we had chatted about it for a bit.Rosie's Book Review team 1

I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I discovered this book because I’m a proud member of Rosie’s Book Review Team!

First Born

Ivy, our first child, had a brief moment in the spotlight of only child-hood before Clara came along.  Ivy

Clara arrived happily and then spent the first year and a half of her life projectile vomiting and screaming. It was a rough transition for everyone.Clara crying

Then, just when Clara stopped covering us all in vomit and our ears stopped ringing, Jane was born.Jane peering

Suddenly Ivy, the one who had known the status of only child (if only for a moment), was part of a commotion of children.

The girls, no park involved.

Ivy asks us questions and no one hears her. She complains that we interrupt her but she talks so quietly no one knew she was talking first. Ivy is begging to be heard. Clara and Ivy

And we try. We really do. But it’s, well, a commotion around here.

And, judging from her project she brought home from school, Ivy obviously thinks so too.If the whole world was listening what would you say?

Poor girl.