Thirty Seven

I love the house I live in. I love the family that lives in it with me. Down to the fish named Sammy who lives in the bathroom. The back patio is inviting and the little lawn of green grass is maintained by someone else. The other fish- Puff the Dragon, Peachy Cleany Meany, Scaredy Catty, Charlie & Lola live in the heart of the home, looking out on this outdoor living area complete with comfy patio furniture.

Green onions, parsley, and two types of tomatoes in 4 inch pots stand at attention ready to join the other horticulture in the happy scene.

A birdhouse sits keeping time in a plum tree that went from twigs while we looked to white blossoms  during the move and is now full of lucious leaves in glorious green. Twinkle lights now adorn the covering, and a shiny grill sits ready to make mouthwatering the marinated meats of the man. 

A subtle whistle sounds as the train rumbles through town just to the west of us. At just the right moment of the day you hear the mission bells ring just prior...

A large bluebird visits daily. He is curious about us and keeps his distance, but is boldly building a nest from twigs plucked out of the gated garden guarding the front door. Filled with purple daisies, magenta blossomed topiaries and mini allium- can't wait to see what color!

Children fill the neighborhood with shreiks and screams as they ride the thrill of "the hill" on their scooters and attempt to sell their spoils (rocks, bark, flowers & sticks) to the parents who frequently peek out their screened entrances. 

The towering trees to the east tell of the time that people have inhabited this historic area, the bells ring from a tower built in 1776, the year of our country's independence.

This is where I begin my 37th year. Happy Saturday.

Why does my mind go blank?

While nursing Joy-bug today I had a brilliant concept of a wonderful post- if only I could remember what it was about! It was insightful, poetic, perhaps even a bit thought provoking, inspirational- dare I say downright memorable? The laugh is on me...

The days are whizzing by, I keep wishing for a break in the constant onslaught of duties & diapers, just a brief respite to re-invent myself now that I have a new backdrop. Who am I, what do I stand for? I was longing for the time to meditate meaningfully on that age old question, while doing the dishes, making a grocery list and watching Joy empty out her drawer in the kitchen again. Family had been over after I got off work, a long exhausting morning that started at 3:45am, and a grocery story visit was looming in the future before dinner, baths and an oh so necessary nap- no time to figure my self out today I thought...

Tomorrow will be no good for these mental machinations either, I have to make jello salad for Easter, call my mother back and fold Mount Laundry, which is threatening to erupt any day and spew baby clothes all over my newly claimed bedroom. Sunday is Easter and that is a day to focus on family and finding eggs...

So when do I get to figure out who I am now? A new address, a new me... it's the way it's always been (did I mention I've lived at something like 28 addresses in my almost 37 years?) 

"This is real, this me, this is exactly where I'm supposed to be," Grace walks by singing along to Demi Lovato on her Hannah Montana MP3 player...

Honest to blog.

She smiled and signed off in search of more adventures.