07/06/2026
It’s been a minute since I wrote a little something, but I am feeling it at the moment, and it’s raining so…this might get long as I have two little somethings.
First, I am on the receiving end of Mary’s temper lately, because I keep leaving the door open and the air is running. In my defense…
Last week Mary asked Ninepin (the oldest) to switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer as she headed to the shed. I know she did, because I heard her, I was a few steps behind, heading out to help her with some heavy lifting. I come out to see him just lounging around playing in the birdbath….In my opinion my kids (aside from putting up with me) have it pretty easy so when they are asked to contribute, I expect them to. That oldest has gotten in the habit of just blatantly not listening to Mary, and while I can’t parent for her, I can back her up. So, I speechify at him and while he isn’t happy, he heads toward the laundry room. I continue to the shed. It’s not two minutes later that I look up to find him standing in the doorway in tears….in a very small voice he says “mom, I messed up, I messed up really bad this time…”
He sure did…he waited until he was out of sight to alleviate his feelings… and slammed the front storm door… and shattered the top glass…sigh…in a slight parenting win (or we are just exhausted) I think he was more stunned by Mary and I’s almost complete lack of reaction than the fright of accidentally breaking the door….As he went to find something for us to put the glass in I say to Mary “ of all the things he could have gotten from you…” and She replies “ I know, I am still kicking things and wondering why my foot hurts”. Not that there wasn’t speechifying later, but in the moment, we didn’t overreact and completely lose our collective minds. After all he was brave enough to come and tell us instead of starting to pack for his life on the lamb. He’s a great kid but I ain’t looking forward to his teen years.
So now, we are short a door, so I keep leaving the other open. I tell you this because I also tell you so many things that look like internet perfectly cute kids, great mom yada yada. That’s not reality, that’s the good stuff and all of you struggling, juggling parents out there shouldn’t feel alone.
The other thing I want to talk about is pretty mundane, it’s my trip to Rich’s Electric the other day.
Now I have about a million things to do in a day and this day I had to meet the salesman at the lion to get a new steamtable since mine died. On my way there I do think-time and daydream time. One of the things I thought of was adding a pully to the kid cabin, so I decided I will just swing by Rich’s on the way home since that shouldn’t be a huge expense…besides we need a clothesline, the kids keep stripping naked on the back porch and leaving a scattering of wet shorts everywhere.
I pull into Rich’s, notice the boxes out front marked free fire starter and with an internal grin I open the door. There’s Shari at the counter, I wave and head to the back… clothesline should be in here somewhere. I pass a familiar face or two…get questioned about what I might be cooking this evening….it’s weird (nice but still weird) having people know who I am and greet me more than they used to. Bill Blough catches me wondering the aisles, (they don’t let that go on for long here) he guides me through his familiar (bewildering) maze. As he helps me to locate this and that. He leads me passed Rich who smiles and says “Hello, young lady” (as he always does). I spot some rope in the corner and decide I want some. I am a bit like Samwise when it comes to rope, you just never know when you are gonna need some.
My rope is being measured out and I am being questioned about it’s purpose. I mention some ideas for the boys entertainment. I wander over to chat with Shari and a voice calls out “Hey, Buckham!, you know how to tie a knot?, Come mere ” and that’s how I got a lesson in neighborliness and knot tying at the local hardware….Three different men asked me if I could tie a knot before I left, I pointed out to Shari I have google, she just laughed.
This folks…THIS, is why you shop local, this is the feeling of small places in a community that you are lucky enough to be part of…
That’s it.
Be kind
Be real
Watch for the good stuff.
Speaking of good stuff a friend stopped by this evening for a chat, Thank you for sharing, I am here anytime.
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