Kate has entered the wonderful world of spelling. She surprised me yesterday when she spelled her name on her own. I highly recommend short names for these kinds of results.
We have visitors and unexpected, I might add. I have watched and grumbled for the past few months as a stray cat has prowled around my residence. Part of my annoyance was the knowledge that my neighbor has been feeding the afore mentioned feline. I hadn't the heart to command her to stop because, well, WWJD? (That stands for What Would Jesus Do...I'm trying to stay current with the lingo.) However, her fostering of the animal made it a neighborhood problem. The cat just would not leave. Really, why would it? All the while, I am thinking of the rabies factor and the disgusting things left behind when the whole world is your litter box. And as of a couple of weeks ago, I'm guessing by their size, the cat left something more behind!
Apparently, that Toyota truck parked beside my beautiful home, cherished by my Beloved and destined to remain forever, became a birthing place for these 4 little kittens. I do admit they are very cute, but it is time for them to find a new home.
I have let that fall on the shoulders of my dear, kind neighbor. She doesn't mind at all. In fact, she was overjoyed with the idea that she had assisted in such a delightful event. At the same time, I am thinking OTTIHTDW! (That stands for Oh The Things I Have To Deal With...I think I may need more practice in the lingo area:)
I had a lunch date with my blue-eyed Laney. It has been a tough adjustment for me to have her gone all day at school. She has been my right hand for so long that I feel like an amputee trying to reconcile my psyche while living with a ghost limb. Okay, that may be a bit dramatic, but I really, really, really miss her during the day. It has also taken a toll on her as well. She has been a little more weepy than usual, but I suppose it won't be long before we're both well adjusted. My fingers are crossed that it doesn't come too soon.
She took me through her lunch line and showed me how to put lunch on her "tab". Corn dog day...mmm.
Then she led me to the salad bar. There was an impressive array of veggies. I don't remember such choices in elementary school. I have vivid memories of choking down cooked spinach or rubbery hot pink beets before we were released from the horror that was school lunch.
We were seated in a special area where parents can fawn over their offspring for a full 15 minutes before we're shuffled out for the next crowd.
I'm getting old. There's no "ifs, ands, or buts" about it. As I watched my 11 year old daughter enthusiastically blow out her 11 candles, I watched the smoke from each one fade away just like the past 11 years. It's life, I know how it goes. In a selfish second, I wished I could have made my own wish on those candles and wished for time to stand still. I thought to myself, "Mikelle is no longer a child." Why did this now just occur to me? When I looked into her face, I struggled to see the baby that once was. I felt like I just woke up from a dream and there she was...the beautiful young woman she has become. Wasn't it just an instant ago when I held her in my arms for the first time? In the blur of trying to remember, the memories popped into my head like snapshots. And frankly, that is just not fair...I prefer video!