Things that make me smile
After I went on a lengthy rant recently, the friend I inflicted it upon pointed out, “Cluelessness can be cured.” My new mantra.
After I went on a lengthy rant recently, the friend I inflicted it upon pointed out, “Cluelessness can be cured.” My new mantra.
I have always had this idea that my eccentric streak is mostly charming, and therefore not a cause for concern. This idea received a check the other day when I took a look at my passport photo and realized that the woman with those eyes seems more deeply disturbed than harmlessly eccentric. Wow, I thought….
The other day I was watching an acquaintance with her toddler, who is adorable but who is, also, a toddler, and it occurred to me that as much as I love my daughter, and have loved being her mother, and have felt privileged to be with her in the world, I would not parent a…
The other day, my daughter and I watched Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, mostly because the DVD was on sale and I’d promised her a new movie as reward. I had no expectations of it, except that I usually like Dustin Hoffman and hoped it wasn’t another Ishtar. As it turned out, Jessica sat in rapt attention the entire…
A friend mentioned to my daughter that she was turning fifty later this year. My daughter paused, then said, “Why?” Which I think is an excellent question. Instead of my chronological age, think I’ll turn 39 this year, or even 29. Because apparently, getting older is a choice.
No doubt half the bloggers in the US are running some sort of post on what they’re grateful for this year and why, because that’s what Thanksgiving is all about here. And I’m going to be no different. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because nothing happens. At my house, anyway, there are no expectations to…