–Last Friday was Isobel’s last day of school and her class celebrated by singing a few songs and having a picnic with their families. Anthony was able to take the morning off to attend and we were also lucky enough to have both sets of grandparents there. I was a little worried about how emotional I would become, as it’s been making me maudlin every time I think about it for the last two weeks. There was so much going on at the picnic I didn’t have time to get emotional.The kids were given bubbles as a treat and Anthony became the most popular kid in class by blowing them for the herds of wild roaming children to chase, pop, and enjoy. I followed Elias around who shrieked with joy at the top of his lungs, trying to be a big kid but really just happy to be there. I do admit that after school I did have myself a little sob fest.
–It’s a well-known fact that we have been upfront about Santa from the beginning. To sum up, she knows he’s a myth, a story, and a game that people play with their children as a very special tradition for Christmas. She knows we are Santa and it has not diminished her love (and sometimes terror) for the big guy in the least. The whole thing became a bit problematic this year when her teachers actively encouraged and flat out told her and her classmates that Santa is real. Also, Santa Cams, Twinkle, leprechauns, and god knows what else. Isobel believes their behavior is morally wrong because as teachers it is their job to educate children, not, in her words, “lie to them.” She has been talking about telling her classmates that Santa isn’t real, as their teacher would have them believe, on the last day of school, before their damage is permanent, I guess. I have told Isobel that although we know the truth, it’s better that we let her friends’ parents tell them about Santa. I could tell I didn’t convince her even though she played along. Fortunately she was too caught up in the last day of school activities for any conspiracy-busting, though part of me had envisioned her running through the school yard shouting “SANTA ISN’T REAL!” with all the intensity of Charlton Heston shouting “SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!”
–As sad as I am that Isobel has completed Kindergarten and is well on her way to being all grown up (sob), I am relieved to be done with school drop-off and pick up. When you are sick it is literally exhausting to get a child ready for school, deal with the traffic and parking, and walk her to class and back to the car with a 30lb kid strapped to you. I also have to worry about getting Elias fed and ready and getting myself to a level of presentable that is one step above permanent shut-in. This is the kind of thing a normal, healthy individual would see as purely an annoyance, but for me it as been a major hurdle. I am ready to nap afterwords, and when you feel terrible already, it is a feat to be able to complete this task on a daily basis. I’ve had a small parcel of extra energy that’s been freed up now that I’m off that exhausting carousel.
–I am the worst daughter ever. I missed the deadline to enter photography into the fair. By two days. Awful. I should have been on top of it, but with my health situation as it is, I wasn’t. It happens. I didn’t want to disappoint my mom entirely, so I did sign up to enter a sunflower and some roses to the fair so we wouldn’t be entirely without entries. I also signed Isobel up to enter some things, too, so that will be extra exciting for us.
–We received the most precious anniversary gift from my cousin Cyndi. We had forgotten all about it, but she had actually recorded our wedding for us and recently had the VHS tape transferred to DVD so we can actually watch it. I’m so excited to see it. There are many people at our wedding that are no longer with us, particularly my Papa and Nana and Anthony’s great grandma, Mama Chus. It will be like getting a chance to visit with them again.
–After Isobel’s last day of school we visited our local branch of the library and Isobel signed up for her first ever library card and we enrolled her in the summer reading program. She was so excited to pick out her own books from the library I had to cut her off at ten books. She’s checked out books for years at the library, but always under mine or my mother’s card, so it was extra special.
–There is a house I pass every time I drive to my parents’ side of town with an impressive year-round garden that I’ve admired every time I drove past. Last week they set up a little stand with a sign that said “VEGETABLES, HERBS, & SUCCULENTS”. They were selling their overflow plants on the honor system, and I immediately spotted three plants I wanted. I only had enough on me for one, and as I tried to decided which to get, a bee landed on a chive plant I’d been eyeing. Nature picked for me, and the chives went home with me. I returned with more cash and my camera and ended up talking with the owner of the garden, a sweet old hippie. It was a great visit and he let me dig through his compost bin, sample his vegetables, and take all kinds of photos. I’ll have a post coming about that.
–I’m still waiting on my injectable medicine. I’ve called the doctor for updates but no response yet. I have an appointment in about a week, so I’m playing the waiting game. Right now the most stressful thing is to make plans. I never know how my body will be doing in the magical future time, and I feel like such a flake for cancelling and it bums me out. I’d really love some stability and predictability in my life, and I hope the medicine gives me that.
My Unruly Garden: Do Not Use Much Water. She insisted on putting a flower pot on her head.
Follow Friday: Grandpa’s Pirate Ship. My love letter to the internet.
Snapshot 05.27.15. Love means giving your wife a mug you know she’ll love when she already has so many mugs she cannot fully close the cupboard.
Follow Friday: Roses. Hilarious tweets and flower porn.
Stonehenge garden. My friend Stef made this adorable miniature Stonehenge garden, which I am from now on referring to as Stefhenge.
Batman vs. Superman teaser leaked. “¡Dios Mío!”
Woman dumps $200K Apple 1 computer at recycling centre. Should have stopped by here first.
New arrivals and free shipping on all orders from Windsor Grace until Sunday at midnight! She is a dear friend and artist who makes amazing stuff and deserves crazy success.
On early sex ed. So important! I’ve already began The Talk with Isobel.
How to talk about @CaitlynJenner: guide to speaking/writing about trans people. Brava, Caitlyn! You are incredibly brave.
Target has Marvel and DC Comics baby clothes FOR GIRLS. I am fortunate enough that between thrifting and hand-me-downs I really don’t have to buy new clothes for Isobel, but almost as soon as I saw this we picked up four or five different superhero shirts.
Little Big Kitchen: Condiment Potluck. Bacon, mushrooms, avocado.
Scrapbook: Garden Home Life. Ten photos of home.
Thrift Store Score: Finding Cheap Plants for Your Garden. Inexpensive ways to a lush garden paradise.
Recipe: Mixtas, A Guatemalan Hot Dog. I get so many hits from this! Mixtas are amazing.
Follow Friday: Botanica. My love letter to the internet.
Scrapbook: Say Cheese. Isobel pretends to take my photo.