Random Crap: Hey There Fall!

Hey there! Remember me? My name is Tracy M, and despite appearances, I have not, in fact, fallen off the face of the earth. It turns out Life swallowed me whole, and like Pinocchio, I had to kick my way out of the whale and find a way to breathe again. It’s not as easy as it sounds.

So things have calmed down a little bit {she says, flinching, ducking and covering her vitals}. I’ve got a routine now for having three kids plus mama in school, and my kindergartner, thus far, has not been forgotten at school. I’ve got back-up plans for my back-up plans, and hopefully now we will settle into a new grove. Every time I start to panic, I tell myself I’m doing all I can do and I cannot do more. We all have full plates, right?

A tender mercy this week? A dear friend brought me some Trader Joe’s English Toffee. It’s heaven in a bite, and with no TJ’s where I live, I sat down and ate toffee until my stomach hurt and thought hurling might be a viable option. But I wouldn’t dream of wasting such a precious commodity.

I find myself missing California terribly lately- going so far as to wonder about applying for some grad programs there- then I remember the traffic, congestion, air problems, water rationing… and I sigh. Then I remember the smell of eucalyptus, good Mexican food, kelp on the beach, the sound of the ocean, marine layers rolling in over the setting sun, redwood trees, and night-blooming jasmine, and I sigh again. Paradox, my fair friend. I think there’s a bit of escapism going on- since Life ate me, and I want wholeness again.

I love October. Nevermind its my birthday month- I just love the change in the air and the full onset of autumn. I love golden undulating fields and crimson leaves and the smell in the air when the first frost ices the pumpkins and the pungent cedar smoke of the season’s first fires drift on thin trails over the cool night air. Yes. I do.

Thinking of cutting my hair. Not too short, but its a wee bit fried from summer and flatirons and a haircut where thinning shears were used. It looked cute at the time, but it did a number on my ends. We’ll see.

Tonight, Bean is wearing pink and lavender satin Hello Kitty pajama pants with a Buzz Lightyear top. No one can say we are not an equal opportunity house. Jeffrey looked at him, rolled his eyes, and went back to his Legos.  Jeffrey is currently asleep, head at the foot of his bed, giant man-child who looks me in the eyes, curled up with his stuffed cow he’s had since he was a baby.

How are things in your neck of the woods?