Thursday, July 21, 2011

hatched, 20 years apart



You'll have to trust me that they are brothers. Also trust me that they were having fun. The elder had refused to go out with us on a sail boat for some time but the kayaking (I'm guessing) has made him more open so this time when I asked him to come along he simply said yes. The idea of standing on the "V berth" in the bow was a trick the younger one had been perfecting and we'd discovered gave the fun of being on the bow without the necessity of holding on to him. And it worked for the eldest too -this was the first time he enjoyed sailing. Naturally on this outing the jib caught on a spar and tore making that giant sucking sound. Swoosh there goes the bank account into the hole in the water (i.e. the boat).

And can I complain? No. It is an embarassment of riches. I know it. Every day I know it.

Monday, July 11, 2011

bipolar life continues



Are these 50 year old toes? Now really? And do the business gray pants go with the LL Bean flip flops?

Today the case of wine we ordered when visiting a winery outside Livermore CA arrived. Naturally the 6 year old immediately found his scissors and was trying to open the box. If he could get it opened I figured the first thing he'd do was shake the champagne. We'd tasted it after a friend's daughter's wedding. Three of the bride's mother's bridesmaids were there -between us all we have something like 16 children (something like...). Now, two weeks later I could only hope the safety scissors couldn't make it through the packing because I was busy holding onto the 6 year old's brother while another grand mal seizure tortured his muscles and try to calmly distract the younger one from both the box and his brother's grimacing face. Fortunately the safety scissors really are safe (and useless, but that's the point isn't it?). So, hey, just another day in almost paradise. The wine is safe, the 6 year old is about to be tucked in, the post ictal (I checked the spelling by the way) headache chased away with a nap and pepperoni pizza, my toes are still blue ... and I'm still 50. It's only almost afterall.