Browsing Archives for October 2007

Caramel Apples

October 17th, 2007

It’s October. The air is crisp, bright, chilled with a slight acidic after taste. I am pulling on sweaters and jeans. The afternoons are quickly deepening into night and the big ole yellow moon has started showing off. It’s time for some caramel apples.

We made these every Halloween of my childhood.

A huge batch of caramel apples and we also made home made popcorn balls for all the neighborhood trick-or-treaters…

Except that we lived out in the country…

Our neighbors were far flung…

And darn few trick-or-treaters ever stopped by.

No matter..

We did what we had to do.

We ate those caramel apples and popcorn balls all by ourselves.

Watching a “scary movie” on network television with my mom and sister.

The caramel yanking at the fillings in our teeth.

Popcorn sticking in our gums.

Our bellies filling up with sugar, and corn, and apples.

Faces and hands, sticky and sweet.

Falling asleep under a harvest moon…
Dreams of witches and goblins and ghosts.

Delicious! Shiver! Scary! Yum.

My Daemon is a Blog

October 10th, 2007

I just finished the second book in the His Dark Materials Trilogy by Phillip Pullman. “The Subtle Knife” a highly entertaining and interesting story. I am insisting the my two oldest boys read the first book before we see the movie this Fall.

After reading the first two books, I came to realize that my “daemon” is this blog. I can tell…because of the searing knife-like pain I feel whenever I get too far away from my blog. If I go too long without seeing my blog, or messing with my blog, or adjusting my blog, I feel like I am going to die. It is also clear that I am not a grown up as my blog keeps changing forms, shapes and colors. I don’t know when it is ever going to decide what kind of creature it is.

When I must be away from my blog, to do ridiculous chores like care for my children, go to the bathroom, or water the new grass, I nurse the ragged wound – by thinking about my blog. And whenever I have to do a task that involves other people, like attending a committee meeting or getting coffee with girlfriends or helping out in my son’s classroom, I just talk about my blog…non-stop to whomever I am with. Blah blah blah my blog. My blog blah blah blah. Blah blah blah my blog my blog my blog blah blah. I can see their eyes glaze over as I talk about my blog. I can tell they slowly lapsing into a catatonic state as I go on and on and on about my blog. But I don’t care. My blog is all that matters.

I went to see April on Sunday. We left the kids with Clay, and headed to downtown Lawrence. As we ordered some appetizers from a new restaraunt that I think was called the Trying Too Hard Trattoria, all I wanted to do was talk about my blog. April could also talk about her blog if she wanted, but mostly I wanted to talk about my blog. But April didn’t want to talk about her blog…or my blog…or anyone else’s blog. She was clearly irritated with me. She was clearly sick and tired of the whole blogging thing. She was clearly thinking that I have lost my mind and need to start doing something sane like homeschooling my kids or raising a flock of chickens.

So it was with great relief and rejoicing when I finally got home that evening and could rush downstairs to my dismal office and sit for a few hours cuddling my daemon blog. We were together again. Reunited and very happy to be with each other again.

Did anyone else see that article on Yahoo today? Something to the effect of “Driven People Are Less Likely To Suffer From Alzheimers“. Oh Crap! I am SOOOOO going to get Alzheimers. I probably already have it. Let’s see – mood swings, irrational behavior, forgetful, lives in the past. Oh yeah – I’ve got Alzheimers.

Seriously though – I thought laid back types were less likely to suffer from brain illnesses. I just figured all that spazzy trying to amount to something is what landed most people in the psych ward. Guess I was wrong. And to think I have spent years trying to tame my inner CEO. Oh well, there is still time.

I always wanted to be impressive. I just kept hoping it would happen naturally. Like if I prayed hard enough God would make me a movie star. If I wished and dreamed and bought a cute enough pair of pants, I would be discovered and asked to co-host the Today Show. If I gesticulated wildly enough and blamed others for my problems – Bingo! – I would be giving my acceptance speech at the Grammys.

I have a list around here somewhere – and at the very top of it it says…BE VERY VERY DRIVEN! It was part of the plan. But it just kept getting pushed further down the list by other things like – stare into space…walk around aimlessly…forget what you were looking for…read same page of book over and over. ..have wild daydreams involving stardom and making millions….doze off.

Isn’t there something good for people who take it easy? Something for those of us – who are really really good at smelling the roses. Other than the roses? Like maybe we get less diseases of the brain??? Guess not.

So my plan is that from now on I will be driven. I will be the most driven… I mean like sooooo driven that my brain will not even be able breathe, much less develop an Alzheimer type lesion. I will be successful, and important, and so impressive that the world will invent a new word just to describe me. Rechellified. As in – she is so awesome, she is so amazing – she used to be such a pile of clear jell-o and then she Rechellified and became the CEO of the Intergalactic Bank, Hospital, and Legal Operating Systems.

I plan to begin to implement the new driven me….tomorrow…or maybe the day after….Right now I need to check on the ceiling fans…while lying supine under them…on my bed…reading the same page in a book over and over… for the next eight solid hours.