Memory Intermission
As opposed to the “Daily Life Intermission” I was going to do. My mom just brought over this CD that my brother found at a garage sale somewhere. This was my favorite book as a young person for a very long time. And it was the first book that I ever spent my own money on. And it’s also the book I used to read to my brother when he was little. If you don’t know, it’s a book of seemingly funny, rhyming, short and long, poems. Easy to read and so lighthearted that you don’t even realize that you are getting some serious, touching, emotional, and real-life views, without being bogged down in somberness. I did not even know there was a CD. And I did not know that he remembered about all the time we spent going through this book. It was a lot. And a long time ago. I will be listening to this, in my car, on the way to work, in about an hour or so. I hope it’s good. I’ve never heard the author’s voice or even heard anybody else read these poems out loud except my teacher in 4th grade who read it to me. Well, not just to me. The whole class, but it felt like me alone. So, anyway, even if the CD is complete crap, it will stay with me now. Thank you so much Tom! Even though you probably hate to admit it, or recognize the very small amount of mushy I am about to throw out right here, I guess you will always be my little brother. Love and hugs.
Fleur Deux
Back from CPR. All renewed. Certified to save lives. Went to a late lunch with the kids. Bought a few groceries to make a dinner, but we’re all to full to eat anything else. Went to buy bird seed but they rearranged the Menard’s by our house and we couldn’t find any. Came home. Put cozy clothes on. Kids are lounging. The girl finished all of her thank you notes from the party last weekend-ago. 11 days. Not too bad. Will mail in the AM. Laundry is laundering. Will finish the extra chores tomorrow. That will be the last day off for me before the kids leave to go to Kentucky like they do every year for the Fourth of July. My number one thing to do tomorrow is…dunt dunt dunt….The Benches!!
My son hates hates HATES doing this yearly walkabout. Hates it. Hates it. I could never type it enough. But I make him go because I am creating memories. This is what I am talking about:
The Village of Tinley Park decorates park benches every year with a different theme then places them out on a main road in front of the businesses for all the people to see. We go every year and take pictures of them. We go every year. We walk. And take pictures. It was a free, and what I thought was a fun thing to do, with the kids when we were very poor. It’s still free. But now we get ice cream or some food after we walk. Even so, my son hates it. Hates doing it. Hates walking. Hates stopping to take pictures. He complained almost the entire time we were out last year. And I do mean, literally, complained and pissed and moaned for the ENTIRE time it took to walk up and down that main street. My daughter just goes along. And it’s only one time. When we are done, we’re done. It’s not like I go see them every week. Such hard lives. Lots of people walk the area to see them. It’s not like I am the only one, dragging listless, whiny, crying near-adult-teenagers along behind me. Anyway, these (above and below) are from last year:
It’s nice right? And HA! I just double-extra-bonus posted. Flowers/Nature AND The Benches. (They have their own category to the right there. Just click on “Big Benches” or here, and you can see all the different ones throughout the years.) It is additional credibility for my argument to continue our fine tradition, these pictures, posted online, for everyone to see and enjoy. In case you can’t get out or live too far away. It’s a public service we are providing. Now my kids can’t say that I, “never put them on the site anyway, mom, so what’s the point??” Ca c’est fin. That’s the end. Later.
just shy of pretty 