after all this time, always

Twenty years ago, it became so much more magical under The Big Top thanks to a story about a boy who lived and went on to have some of the most amazing adventures with a motley crew of wizards, witches and muggles. Through the pages, Harry and friends taught us about life, love, acceptance, friendship, death, and bravery. As my circus act grew, they came to see themselves in some of the most beloved characters – including our own boy who lived. J. K. Rowling’s perfectly penned adventures have been with us through the years challenging each of us to be courageous in the face of adversity and to always remember that love and friendship are the most precious and the most magical things in the world.

The books that chronicle Harry’s adventures through the years now sit on a shelf showing all the wear and tear of the most loved and well-read of books that my children have grown up with; and for that I am thankful. Twenty years can pass in quite nearly a blink of an eye. Thank you J. K. Rowling for being there with me bringing up my own muggles and wizards –

and now the grands.

I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.

~ J. K. Rowling

better than we found it

Although I realize this age and stage is barely a blink of my eye, I am enjoying the adventures I am having with my favorite son right now.

Adventures that sometimes mean long car rides, eclectic music playlists, sharing jokes and talking about almost anything and everything; because conversation with a teenaged child is, for some reason, so much easier when sitting together in the mom car while on the road.

Note: it also sometimes might test a driver’s reflexes and attention to road conditions.

Driving to his happy place this week, we talked of microclimates, current events, fidget spinners and why he should not spend ALL the money he received as graduation gifts. We discussed the universal truth that everyone is/was nervous and a little scared to start high school – even his heroes – perhaps especially his heroes. I enlightened him on the origins of the San Luis Reservoir and the fact that it is as old as I am as we motored our way through the Pacheco Pass. He might think of me as old, but he was, nevertheless, impressed. This time.

Heh.

At his happy place, together we walked along the shore sometimes talking, sometimes not. Definitely skipping stones into the surf and laughing at our dog’s reaction to the beach for the very first time. We also carried a bag and gathered up discarded cans, bottles, bits of plastic, paper and anything else that clearly did not belong here.

This place won’t stay beautiful if we don’t take care of it. Right, Mom?

Absolutely!

This time together at this age and stage of his life might be fleeting, but it is also kind of satisfying. I’m proud of the young man this favorite son of mine is becoming.

You’re welcome World!

Leave this world a little better than you found it

~ Robert Baden-Powell

so much cooler than we ever were

My darling daughter,, who made me a Mima, is now the mother of a nine year old. I’ll pause for a moment and let that sink in for you all.

I might need more than just a moment though.

Hollie’s closest tween and teen friend, Kirstin, nailed it stating that she’s so much cooler than we ever were. Absolutely true for me as I literally was the most awkward, frizzy-ginger haired, coke bottles, skinny 9 year old ever in the 70s. I also was the only one who was still wearing dresses – ugh! Hollie and Kirstin, on the other hand, were a different kind of cool than this cool; the kind that wrote homework in gel pens and braved the early days of entering a Hot Topic store unsupervised. 

Accurate.

Hazel is so much cooler than even the coolest 90s tweens.

So cool that when she requests turquoise hair for her birthday swag, her mother delivers because she does indeed give good hair and is a cooler mom than I could ever be.

Happy birthday my dear Hazey-Face!

Anything is possible. Anything can be.

~ Shel Silverstein

the kind of day no quote can fix

And so how is everyone’s day today?

Really?!…Mine started with a call to my congressman. Check that, many calls…many, many calls dialed

yes kids, I said dialed

no kids, I’m not going to explain what dial is

Google it, okay

Anyway, I tried to get through to my congressman starting at 6 AM West Coast time and dialed repeatedly unable to even connect until finally:

Honorable Jeff Denham is not answering.

 

CLICK!

What the fresh hell???!!!

And so while I watched and listened to our Republican-controlled House ram this Trumpcare Bill through before their next seven day recess, along with so many other Americans, I did my very best to reduce all of the anxiety and stress.

Of course my form was as exquisite as Adriene’s. Of course it was! And it helped. At least I stopped screaming at CSPAN imagining that my congressman could hear me since his Washington and Modesto offices stopped taking constituents’ calls. But all the Nadi Shodhana and Downward Dog and Cobra and Warrior poses wasn’t going to stop my congressman and his GOP colleagues  from completely ignoring the will of their constituents, from their vote and from their post-touchdown end zone celebration in the Rose Garden because we have a POTUS that needs to be happy and smiling; nor was it going to stop me from thinking of how this could potentially harm my family – the ones who won’t get to stay on their parents plan forever.

What a day!

A day that calls for ice cream and laughter and singing along to pop songs on the radio and hugs and after they go home to mommy, wine

And no apologies for run on sentences. Not today.

I’ve had the kind of bad day no quote can fix ~ Richelle E. Goodrich