Two weeks from today, Mark and I will be in Vancouver, boarding a boat heading to freakin' Alaska. Kind of hard to visualize. I'm looking forward to it. My life doesn't have much adventure to it, and, well, here's a chance. We'll be Jeeping up a mountain, hiking along a glacier, canoeing a lake, exploring a rainforest, frisbee golfing by the ocean, and of course, hunting for musk ox wool.
Between now and then, there are a million things to do. My oldest baby is going to be graduating from Kindergarten on Thursday. Back in October, I'd have sworn he was going to be the first ever Kindergarten drop-out, but he's really blossomed. Today is confirmation at church, and their preschool graduation. Funeral on Tuesday. BIL's are visiting this next weekend. Matthew has an evaluation with our OTs. Maybe the school will call about CME's enrollment. That's doubtful.
And somewhere in there we have to figure out what to pack, and what to pack it all in. I'm planning on lots of layers. What's worrying me is what yarn to take, and whether my needles will be confiscated in the airport. TSA says they're fine, but security people don't always see logic when faced with such formidable villains as Mark and myself.
Love all!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Truman Show
I'm starting to feel like Truman Burbank. Every week of my life is just like the one before it and the one after it. I take kids to school and do housework, shop, surf or knit while they're gone. I watch TV and play games and read books while they're here. I go to church and do the same things with the same people; I go to work and do the same things with the same people.
And the same things happen over and over again. There's a kid in the neighborhood who is ALWAYS walking around the block. It doesn't matter what time of day. I can hear the director saying, "Erica is leaving the house now. Cue Chubby iPod Kid." Then comes, "Wranglers, cue the Neighbor's Lab," in my yard. And as I'm driving away, "Cue traffic on 2nd street."
I think the directors like to throw a few things in here and there for comedic effect. Like the neighbor's baby, who cries are so important they take up BOTH channels of our baby monitor. That must be good entertainment for the late-night watchers. And, I bet this explains Matthew's lack of toilet training. He's really a child actor being paid to tinkle on the floor to give the show some laughs. They throw in some drama: marriage, work, kids with problems. You know, to keep women 18-35 watching.
I bet our upcoming cruise will be a logistical nightmare for the producers. New cast members, new locations, travel costs for the crew. It's probably a ratings stunt. May sweeps, no less!
I'd say we need some explosions and gun fights, but I think we should keep this a chick flick, okay, producers?
And the same things happen over and over again. There's a kid in the neighborhood who is ALWAYS walking around the block. It doesn't matter what time of day. I can hear the director saying, "Erica is leaving the house now. Cue Chubby iPod Kid." Then comes, "Wranglers, cue the Neighbor's Lab," in my yard. And as I'm driving away, "Cue traffic on 2nd street."
I think the directors like to throw a few things in here and there for comedic effect. Like the neighbor's baby, who cries are so important they take up BOTH channels of our baby monitor. That must be good entertainment for the late-night watchers. And, I bet this explains Matthew's lack of toilet training. He's really a child actor being paid to tinkle on the floor to give the show some laughs. They throw in some drama: marriage, work, kids with problems. You know, to keep women 18-35 watching.
I bet our upcoming cruise will be a logistical nightmare for the producers. New cast members, new locations, travel costs for the crew. It's probably a ratings stunt. May sweeps, no less!
I'd say we need some explosions and gun fights, but I think we should keep this a chick flick, okay, producers?
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