Remember the doorman guy in the Wizard of Oz who starts off all GO AWAY! and then is in tears because he’s so moved by Dorothy and her friends? That’s me today. I’m grumpy as hell, but when I was walking Willow to school this morning a tiny little blonde boy with a sweet monster-faced backpack went running past us on the sidewalk, panting loudly, his right fist wrapped around the stems of one green and one yellow leaf, each nearly as big as his head, and he was so happy and excited I started crying. Luckily, I was wearing sunglasses, because, DORK! Willow would have been so embarrassed to be seen with me.
Also spotted this morning: two mini trucks. And they weren’t like, part of a team or anything. You heard it here first (unless you heard it somewhere else first): the second rise of the mini truck is nigh.
Willow came home from her dad’s house last night with those fishnet wristwarmers she’s wearing in the photo above. Her step sister (Bonus sister? I’m not sure what to call her yet. Maybe Other Sister?) gave them to her and she slept in them last night. So. Cute. When I woke her up for school, she was really excited about the outfit she’d picked out the night before. As we left for school I asked if I could take her photo. She said yes and stood with her arms at her side. Lemme see the gloves I said, and SHE SHOT ME THE BIRD WITH BOTH HANDS, and then her eyes got really big and she covered her face and we both started laughing and she’s like, WHOOPS I just accidentally did that!
Next week I am taking a quick trip to Texas to visit my cousin so we can go visit our grandmother. She recently moved from the house she and my grandfather built in 1954 to an assisted living place (a really nice one). I’m not sure I can write about it. My grandmother, that house; you know how some people and places are in the very center of you? Those are two of mine. My three other grandparents who have passed away and especially my dad were part of my center, too. And so was my mom’s parents’ house. When they built it, they had a room just for me and my brother since we were the only grandkids at the time. I think I’m just feeling a little bit hollow. I am lucky to have Scuba and my kids and my mom and all my other family and Scuba’s family and amazing friends. I should be FINE, right? And I am fine, but it’s different. And, it’s time to walk to the school and get Willow and see how her cool outfit went over with the rest of the fourth graders.