time to deck

With the New Big Top means new adventures in holiday decorating because that is a thing. Of course the planning literally begins when viewing potential properties last Spring…imagining where to put up the big tree and what Griswold-crazy my darling husband will wrought. We both admitted that to one another this weekend as we started to slowly pull out The Big Top Christmas Crazy.

New Big Top, new adventures in holiday decorating, excuse us while we take our time because we have the time.

Except for Daniel because Daniel insists that the big tree can not have just lights. That is just wrong.

Holidays are about experiences and people, and tuning into what you feel like doing at the moment. Enjoy not having to look at your watch.

~ Evelyn Glennie

…or looking at your smart phone.

Goals! I have goals this holiday season.

November chill

Currently holding my mug of coffee.

There’s a chill in the air, outside and inside. So, for the first time, the furnace is turned on here under the new Big Top.

It’s finally feeling like Fall y’all and today I will give thanks:
for cozy flannel pajama pants
hot mugs of coffee
the cozy afghan Zoë crocheted for me last Christmas
for hot flashes that might be a little bit more welcome right now
and for my darling husband being able to troubleshoot and repair the furnace because when we turned it on at first it would not turn on.
A very good thing to be thankful for because the friendly neighborhood HVAC guy couldn’t fit us in until Friday or Saturday. I guess most everyone else in our neck of the woods is turning on their heat for the first time and also, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Some retail workers, police, fire and nurses (like me) might be working but HVAC guys are not…the more you know.

Stay warm.

car time

When Bill’s father was alive, the two of them spent practically every weekend together working on cars…his car, his wife’s car, our cars, Bill’s sisters’ cars. An extended family our size, there was pretty much always a car that needed at least a little minor attention at any given time. Bill learned a lot about cars back then, especially Pintos.

He might have complained about all the time spent working on family cars, especially the ones that seemed to be used and abused the most. I doubt, though that he complained about the time spent with his Dad. I would imagine his Dad  felt the same…about the some of the cars they worked on and the time spent with his adult son virtually every weekend.

And now, years later, it’s the same kids…no matter how much he grouses in front of you.

That would be why I jumped ahead of him to spend an afternoon with one of our adult kids in a Jiffy Lube, watching some of yet another Harry Potter Marathon Weekend (when is there ever NOT a Harry Potter Movie Marathon Weekend???) and talking about life, work, Kanye, school and the importance of having a clean air filter.

Good times!

Truly, because hanging out with your grown-up kids is like visiting the best parts of yourself.

 

tell me again raising teen boys is so much easier

Because Mommy needed a lot of cheering up tonight because the furnace currently doesn’t work and it’s COLD here under The Big Top and she is mourning the end of what she thought was a wonderful friendship over the stupid of the last week and the stubborn rage of the offended party and aggravating bullshit of an afternoon conference call today…and this ridiculously stupid run-on sentence, my darling husband and favorite son took me out tonight for margaritas and Mexican food…good, authentic Mexican food. And just as I was finishing the first margarita, Daniel started to choke on the massive, huge, big-as-his-head burrito…like really choking.

OMG, he’s choking!

Always scary. Even scarier when the person choking has a paralyzed vocal cord

As Bill reaches over to help, Daniel is able to cough up the offending piece of food blocking his airway.

I’m okay! I’m okay!

Holding up his hand towards both of us, he makes it clear that he is okay.

He is okay…except for the fear in his eyes as he fights back crying.

Are you sure you’re okay, son?, I implore with the Mom-is-worried-and-scared-and-wants-to-hug-right-now tone.

He tries to look up as he barely whispers that he is okay but he can’t because then he really will lose his shit here in the restaurant.

Come on, Son. Let’s go shoot some pool. Bill pats him on the shoulder as they rise to head to the bar side of the restaurant where the pool table is. Mom can order another margarita while we play a game.

And today’s lesson: Sometimes Mom being concerned mom can only make it worse when you are a teenaged boy. Just let Dad  be dad and shoot some pool…as guys do…I guess.

So noted. I’ve got so much more to learn, I imagine.

baritones

It’s the middle of the day and I am supposed to be sleeping right now because I am working tonight. Obviously, I am not. But I am resting in bed with my laptop and a cup of very strong coffee. Going to need that and more to get me through the night for sure. I am also enjoying listening to the voices that carry through The Big Top.

Baritones, both of them, deep in conversation.

I love my baritones.