Friday, April 18, 2014

The Longest Walk

The Teenager finished her graduation announcements the other night; it was quite an undertaking and I am still impressed that she insisted on doing the job herself, leaving me to do nothing but observe quietly from across the dining room table as she addressed, stuffed, sealed, and stamped each envelope.

She took the job quite seriously, and I watched in quiet awe as she double-checked her meticulously crafted lists; ensuring that she had included an invitation to the party preceding the graduation ceremony in all of the appropriate envelopes and not in the wrong ones.

I stifled a small giggle when she had a momentary brain-fart and failed to realize that 75+10=85, which, was the number of announcements that we had ordered, but, apparently, not the number she had fixed in her brain "We're missing two announcements! We are!" (We weren't).

I laughed out loud when, upon completing the task, she wiggled around in her chair uncomfortably until I suggested that she go ahead and drive the envelopes to the post office and be done with it; she was obviously anxious to have even that final task accomplished.

So, off she went, but, not before expressing her belief that the walk to the post box would be the longest walk of her life, which, caused an immediate slide show of all of the longest walks that I can remember taking in my life flash through my head....High School graduation, college graduation, the long walk down the church aisle to meet her father at the alter, the walk (or, waddle, if you will) down the hospital corridor on our way to Labor and Delivery the day before she was born, the walk up the school sidewalk on her first day of kindergarten, her tiny hand tucked inside mine....and I couldn't help but think how fortunate I am to be here to watch her take this first longest walk of her life.

I am truly blessed.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Ouch

The Man-Cub is heading over the mountain to tour colleges with a group of kids from school and two hapless and brave chaperones.

When I dropped him off at the bus this morning, I happily chirped "Have fun at college!". The smile he gave me as he closed his door tore my heart into two ragged pieces; he is so grown up. And, handsome. When did that happen? How can he be going to tour colleges?

I've only just wrapped my head around the fact that his sister is leaving me; how am I supposed to cope when both of them are gone?

I have seen the future and it involves a completely empty nest.

And I don't like it.

On the bright side (yep, still looking for the silver lining, cuz that's how I roll), did I mention how handsome the Cub has gotten? And, we all know how beautiful The Teenager is (biased, yes, and proud of it).

You know what that means?

Someday, light years from now, my empty nest will be full of gorgeous grandbabies (not any time, soon, Lord, please), and I will turn into the worst example of over-indulgence that the Pod People have ever produced. And, then, all of this won't sting quite so much.

Coping skills! I haz 'em!

Sunday, April 13, 2014

What the Hail?

Yesterday was nice enough for Hugh to do some yard work. Today, we have alternated between rain showers, snow, sleet, and, now, hail.

I'm glad that none of the tulips in my flowerbeds have bothered to bloom yet, because I would sure have hated to see them battered by this weather.

On the bright side, I had plenty of chores to keep me busy indoors, which makes it somewhat easier to resist the urge to use the power washer that Hugh brought home yesterday to clean off the front porch; no sense in washing it down when the rain and wind are just going to mess it up again, anyway.

On the not-so-bright side, this means that I won't actually accomplish that goal since I don't have another free day scheduled until the week after next. Prom is May 3rd and I need a clean porch upon which to force teenagers into happy poses for my picture-taking desires, damnit.

Boo, Mother Nature. Boo.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Gainfully Employed

The Teenager got a job! At a store that sells books, and movies and music and other things that a teenager likes to spend time around; I think it will be a match made in heaven.

Speaking of working (because we were, in a round-about way), I spent the majority of the day on my feet, cleaning the house, organizing my cupboards and closets, and grocery shopping.

When I wasn't on my feet, I was at my desk at the hardware store, counting money and writing checks.

Hugh was also busy today, tilling and fertilizing my garden, mowing the yard, getting the sprinkler system turned back on, and setting up the power washer for me to use tomorrow, when I plan to douse the porch.

The Man-Cub spent his day at a baseball double-header a couple of hours away and The Teenager went to Neighboring City to purchase jewelry for prom.

All in all, I would say that we were a very busy family. Also, my cabinets haven't been this tidy and organized in ages.

I will sleep well tonight.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Another Reason to be Proud

We just found out that The Teenager is being awarded the second scholarship that she applied for. That's two-for-two, in case you are keeping count. Neither scholarship is huge but they will go far in helping us give The Teenager the best education that we can afford.

When I told her the news, The Teenager demanded that we find more scholarships for which she can apply, which cracked me up; it's getting down to the wire on that, I think. But, that doesn't mean we won't do a thorough internet search, just to be certain.

I have mentioned how proud I am of that kid a time or two, right?

Right.

Just checking.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Certain Signs of Spring

For the past three days, temperatures have reached into the high 70's, which, for Colorado, is practically tropical.

The daffodils in my flowerbeds have started to bloom and there are green shoots emerging from the base of last year's peony bushes.

I've been wearing open-toed wedges and short skirts, and, today, I sunned myself on the bench outside of my office during my lunch hour.

Spring, has sprung.

The surest sign, though, wouldn't be the return of birds to the feeders outside the kitchen window, although, we have seen an increased number of winged creatures, no; the surest sign of spring is the plethora of cat hair that I am pulling from the backs of my couches, from the bedspreads, from the carpets, and from the corners of every room in the house now that it is shedding season.

On the bright side, their winter coats can't possibly shed for that much longer, see above: plethora of hair. At least, I hope not.




Yep, we're just going to lie here on the table that we aren't allowed to lay on until the birds come to the feeder and then we are going to throw ourselves ineffectively against the window.
We're living the high life over here.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Shoot Me. Shoot Me, Now

I just returned from an almost-two-hour-long meeting of the planning committee for the senior party. Roughly an hour and a half of that meeting was spent listening to the other moms plan the senior sports banquet, next week's spaghetti fundraiser for the band, an FFA event, and, what sounded like someone's daughter's exorcism.

I may be slightly confused about the exorcism. But, otherwise, three-quarters of a very long meeting were spent focusing (in a very haphazard and scattered manner) on events unrelated to the meeting. To say that I found that frustrating is an understatement, I mean, obviously.

On the bright side, I only have three more of those horror shows to sit through before the party, after which, I won't have to deal with this type of situation for at least three years.

I mean; that's how that works, right? I don't have to deal with that again until the Man-Cub is a senior? Yes? Please, for the love of God, say yes.