Monthly Archives: August 2008

Just a quote

“There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.” ~Victor Hugo


To write!

I’m having the most tedious and tiresome day and there’s no end in sight.

Darling Daughter #2 wakened me at a few minutes before 6:00 this morning (on my only day off), sputtering that the dog had had diarrhea all over her bedroom carpet, including inside her closet. She had to be at a friend’s house to babysit by 7, so clean-up duties were left to me. As always. (The buck stops here, baby.) I don’t know if the dog has some sort of virus or what, but he’s continued to leave little intermittent soupy/smelly piles in various rooms of the house throughout the day. And naturally, all the accidents have taken place only on the carpeted areas  So I’ve been scooping, blotting, scrubbing, and deodorizing all day long, while still trying to keep an eye out for any behaviors signalling further—ummm—-mishaps.

So much for a day of leisurely lying about. On my day off.

And the fun isn’t over yet, oh no! For in approximately three hours, I get to leave for the juvenile court building, there to attend the last half-hour of Only Son’s remedial driving safety course. He opted to take the class in lieu of paying a fine for his speeding ticket, which was really a wise choice. Every kid who completes this one-evening class gets his moving violation removed from his driving record. I’m all for more proactive lessons on how to be a better and safer driver. I am just a little resentful that the courts make parents partake in the teens’ comeuppance, at least when it comes to driving. (Hey, I think I’ve earned the right to opt out of any driver’s safety classes. After nearly 32 years of driving, I have yet to receive a moving violation!)

Ooops. That sounded suspiciously like gloating, didn’t it?

Did I mention it was my day off?

To write or not to write?

I happened upon this quote today and it made me wonder if the reason for my reticence on this blog is because, deep down inside, this is pretty much how I feel about stark naked candor when writing about oneself:

“There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.”Greta Garbo

Rose of Sharon

So the Rose of Sharon is in bloom, a sure sign that summer is at its peak. I looked out the window on Friday and noticed that the first couple of mauvey-pink flowers had just begun to open. There was a small grove of these pretty hibiscus shrubs at the old house as well, and I remember every August having the same bittersweet feeling that I have now whenever I looked at the blooms. What makes me sad is the knowledge that Summer’s days are numbered and Autumn is hard upon its heels.

I was never particularly eager for summer’s end like most of the other mothers were. I always found it incredibly wrenching when the kids had to go back to school because the house would feel all together too empty. And even though we no longer endure the back-to-school ritual, those old friends of mine, Mr. Melancholy and Miss Wistful, are on their way to visit me again.

When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of Autumn.   ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Something wicked this way comes

Having been vindictively excluded as a kid for an extensive period (I hesitate to use the much stronger term “bullied,” though it certainly felt that way at the time), I am prone to zooming in on woeful sagas surrounding ostracized kids and the often tragic repercussions of bullying. They always make for sad reading, but this story in the upcoming weekend edition of the New York Times is especially poignant. I wept for a young man whose pain had become so intolerable that he chose not to stick around for more. And I mourned for parents whose unbearable grief has only been prolonged by the cruel and disgusting behavior of people seemingly without either conscience or soul. The author describes them as “a subculture that is built on deception and delights in playing with the media”.

It brought to mind the warnings spelled out in the second book of Timothy:

1. But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3. without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, 4. treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— 5. having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.  ~2 Timothy 3: 1-5