Bits and Pieces
Since my brain seems to be running a mile a minute from the moment I wake up until the moment I fall asleep (sometimes as late as 2:30 AM!!!), I'm going to offer up a smorgasbord of tasty tidbits--and one not-so-tasty one--rather than a coherent missive in this post. Here goes:
(1) Wardrobe Malfunction
Today was a frenzy from the moment I got up. I taught my strength-training class for the last time at the Y, surprising myself by getting emotional when bidding my students farewell. Some of them have been with me for the entire four years that I've been an instructor there and have become my friends.
I wanted to linger with them over the hugs they offered up before putting their dumbells away, but alas, I had to dash to the locker room to do my reverse-Superman switcheroo (Get it? I go from ultra-strong Superman to nerdy journalist Clark Kent?) to get to the magazine office by 10 AM. I soared through showering--and then discovered in dressing that my last-minute change-of-outfit decision had foiled me. I had a pink top--and a black bra. Oops. Nothing a one-mile detour for a stop at home couldn't fix.
(2) Will Work for (Soiled) Food
The rush to the office was called for by a roundtable discussion my co-editors and I were hosting in Green Bay at noon. It was a lovely affair, but the work involved didn't leave a lot of time for eating the Roly Poly sandwiches we had provided for the participants. And I had to run off to another meeting in town, for which I was clearly going to be late.
I grabbed a paper plate, some napkins, a wrap, and a bag of chips, slung my tote bag, my purse, a videocamera, and its associated tripod over my shoulders and carried the teetering lunch out to my car. There, I set it down on the hood while I fumbled the rest of my gear into the trunk. As I did so, I heard a gust of wind and the distinct sound of a sturdy, round, paper object hitting the asphalt beside my car.
With a cry of despair, I hurried to the scene of the accident and found my turkey-avodaco wrap laying beside my front driver's side tire. It was 1:23 PM, and I wouldn't have a prayer of getting any more food until 2:30 at the earliest. I hadn't eaten anything except a few pieces of candy corn since 6:45 AM.
I looked at the fallen sandwich for a few moments.
I picked it up.
I ate it.
(3) It's Cliche for a Reason
After dinner tonight, the kids were chatting me up like crazy. Our boy was particularly effusive on the subject of "The Land Before Time 11," a video he watched during rest time at school today. (He told me repeatedly when I spoke of it as simply "The Land Before Time" that the "11" was a crucial part of the title. Especially crucial if you're the obviously successful marketer of TLBT videos, I suppose.)
Once we had covered the plot thoroughly, we moved on to other subjects. And out of, well, the clear blue, he asked me the iconic question which represents the epitome of childhood curiosity:
"Mama, why is the sky blue?"
Having taken many chemistry and physics classes in my lifetime, I actually tried to answer. But since I had just moments earlier explained to the cherubs--who asked why I had them hold one hand up when they promised me they'd go right to the bathtub after we ran out to get milk--what a courtroom was and how witnesses were sworn in, I didn't try too hard.
(1) Wardrobe Malfunction
Today was a frenzy from the moment I got up. I taught my strength-training class for the last time at the Y, surprising myself by getting emotional when bidding my students farewell. Some of them have been with me for the entire four years that I've been an instructor there and have become my friends.
I wanted to linger with them over the hugs they offered up before putting their dumbells away, but alas, I had to dash to the locker room to do my reverse-Superman switcheroo (Get it? I go from ultra-strong Superman to nerdy journalist Clark Kent?) to get to the magazine office by 10 AM. I soared through showering--and then discovered in dressing that my last-minute change-of-outfit decision had foiled me. I had a pink top--and a black bra. Oops. Nothing a one-mile detour for a stop at home couldn't fix.
(2) Will Work for (Soiled) Food
The rush to the office was called for by a roundtable discussion my co-editors and I were hosting in Green Bay at noon. It was a lovely affair, but the work involved didn't leave a lot of time for eating the Roly Poly sandwiches we had provided for the participants. And I had to run off to another meeting in town, for which I was clearly going to be late.
I grabbed a paper plate, some napkins, a wrap, and a bag of chips, slung my tote bag, my purse, a videocamera, and its associated tripod over my shoulders and carried the teetering lunch out to my car. There, I set it down on the hood while I fumbled the rest of my gear into the trunk. As I did so, I heard a gust of wind and the distinct sound of a sturdy, round, paper object hitting the asphalt beside my car.
With a cry of despair, I hurried to the scene of the accident and found my turkey-avodaco wrap laying beside my front driver's side tire. It was 1:23 PM, and I wouldn't have a prayer of getting any more food until 2:30 at the earliest. I hadn't eaten anything except a few pieces of candy corn since 6:45 AM.
I looked at the fallen sandwich for a few moments.
I picked it up.
I ate it.
(3) It's Cliche for a Reason
After dinner tonight, the kids were chatting me up like crazy. Our boy was particularly effusive on the subject of "The Land Before Time 11," a video he watched during rest time at school today. (He told me repeatedly when I spoke of it as simply "The Land Before Time" that the "11" was a crucial part of the title. Especially crucial if you're the obviously successful marketer of TLBT videos, I suppose.)
Once we had covered the plot thoroughly, we moved on to other subjects. And out of, well, the clear blue, he asked me the iconic question which represents the epitome of childhood curiosity:
"Mama, why is the sky blue?"
Having taken many chemistry and physics classes in my lifetime, I actually tried to answer. But since I had just moments earlier explained to the cherubs--who asked why I had them hold one hand up when they promised me they'd go right to the bathtub after we ran out to get milk--what a courtroom was and how witnesses were sworn in, I didn't try too hard.
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