Browsing Archives for September 2008

To Wii or Not to Wii…

September 16th, 2008

Last week our patch of the prairie got more than it’s fair share of rain and our pond overflowed again.

I am thinking about starting a rice farm.

The boys got off the school bus on Friday to a wet, muddy, cold, dreary, afternoon.




Somehow, they were unperturbed.

Oh the exuberance of youth!… Oh the zest for life!… Oh the imagination!… Oh the imperviousness to the freezing cold water!…

So I was kind of surprised (not really) when they came in dripping wet and ruddy cheeked, vibrating with joie de vivre, and lapsed right back into the regular singsongy chant that has become the white static of my life.

I call this tune the “We need a Wii” Song.

It goes like this…

We need a Wii!  Everyone else has a Wii!  We have nothing!  Our lives are tattered ruins!  We are urchins subsisting on a paltry diet of free computer games!  We are the only family on the continent without a video game system!  How can you be so cruel!  Why do you hate us!  Why can’t you just be normal parents like everyone else?  Why do we have to suffer so???

Okay… maybe they don’t use the word paltry… and tattered… and subsist… and urchins… but you get the idea.

Our poor children are forced to live a life with very few options.

There is very little fun to be had around here without a Wii.

I hate that I am the source of such horrifying want.

I hope someday that they will be able to forgive me for making their childhoods so wretched

When they look back at a rainy, cold, muddy, dismal day when every other kid in America was sitting in front of a video game…

They were forced by their unfeeling parents to invent a type of football game in the pond.




Do you think they will forgive me someday?




I hope so.

The Prize Box

September 12th, 2008

Jack came home with a prize from the prize box in his classroom.

Carefully wrapped in two kleenexes.

“I got a prize mom… and it is something you are really going to like”  he said.

You mean you picked a prize for your mom???

Oh!  It is absolutely beautiful son!

The kittens… you know how your mom loves kittens… the little ball of string… the gold…. the crystal….ish…. chair…with the bit of glue… sort of sticking out… because you dropped it in class and your sweet teacher fixed it for you.

It reminded me of the time April and I decided to make breakfast for our own mother when we were very young.   We burnt the toast to a black hardened crisp, because mom always ate the burnt toast… so she must like it that way right?
And then we mistook a jar of salsa for a jar of red plum jam and we spread the burnt toast thickly with deep red taco sauce.

We realized our mistake about the salsa… but we figured mom would eat it…. because our mom loves spicy food!

Mom did something with that toast… I hope she didn’t actually eat it… but as far as we knew she did…  and then she proclaimed that it was the most heavenly breakfast she had ever had! 

Just like these heavenly cats.  The best little cats on a uh… crystal… uh chair…. from the prize box… that I ever got!  

Rebecca… A Giveaway

September 9th, 2008

I first heard about the book Rebecca, written by Daphne Du Maurier in the comments on this blog. Rebecca came up several times when I asked my readers to name their favorite book. She came up again when I asked readers to tell me their favorite mystery. She came up again when I talked about books in which a house is a main character.

It was almost like…

Rebecca was haunting me…

She began to turn up in conversations at work… and while chatting with friends. The man in the toll booth on the highway mentioned her as he gave me my change. The goatherd on the cliffside talked of little else. The mannequin in the dress shop went on and on… The tattooed lady at the circus… the elven critter on a Harley… and the unicorn! 

I began to wear long black dresses with starched white collars and to carry a candle everywhere I went.

I started to pin my hair back in a severe bun.

At other times I would look out the window and the waves seemed to be taunting me… calling me… they held out their icy cold arms begging me to join their embrace.

Until one day…

While stumbling down a rocky beach in a frumpy dress and strangely sensible shoes for the wife of a millionaire…

Looking for my little dog Jasper..

I found her.

In my cubby at work.

And I brought her home to me.

And I spent nineteen hours trying to remember how to hook up a VCR.

So that the immortal opening lines could be stated in the wistful young voice of Joan Fontaine…

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly….”

And as I watched the Alfred Hitchcock version of Rebecca… I went to Manderly too… and it is a journey from which I have still not returned.

Because I still have not finished the book.

But I have watched both film versions… the Masterpiece Theater rendition and the classic Alfred Hitchcock version. Both films are extremely faithful to the book – at least what I have read so far, but Mr. Hitchcock’s version is unforgettable… a trifle melodramatic… okay maybe seriously over the top… and I have to admit I had a fleeting impulse to sit right down and hammer out a parody of Rebecca in true Cold Comfort Farm style, but I suppressed the urge because almost immediately after I finished Alfred’s version, I wanted to watch it again.

And again…

And again…

It is an extremely glamorous and romantic film.

Along with Rebecca, I am also being haunted by My Cousin Rachel, so I am throwing in a copy of that book too… even though I have not gotten a chance to read it myself yet… I hope to read it soon.

Today’s giveaway includes one copy of the book Rebecca, one copy of the book My Cousin Rachel, one DVD of Masterpiece Theater’s Rebecca and one copy of Alfred’s Rebecca.

This giveaway has come to an end.