Saturday, October 3, 2015

Walking Through the Hills

Shef has reached a pivotal moment.

"I'm in choir," he told me despondently, "and I can't SING."

"That's why you have a TEACHER," I said encouragingly.  And his teacher is really tops.  He makes singers out of tons of kids with limited natural talent.  Not that I'm saying that Shef has limited natural talent.  He might have a lot of latent choir talent, for all I know.

"It's TERRIBLE," he said.  Choir was really causing him some pain, it was clear.

"I'm really sorry, "I said.  "You can switch for seventh grade, you know, if you want to play an instrument."

Except, he really doesn't want to play an instrument.

"It might be one of those things that you just have to stick with for a couple of years," I said, honestly.  "Maybe a little saying would help?"I offered. "Like, something you tell yourself when you go into choir to help you get through it."

"Like, 'Choir SUCKS'?" Shef suggested.

"I was thinking of something a little more positive," I said, thinking.  "Like, maybe, this is choir and..."

"We're one class closer to the end?" Shef finished.

Sure, I agreed.  It was better than "Choir sucks," so I'm calling it a victory.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Status Report

Fall to Winter: Cooler weather seems to be on the way.  I wore my special-order hockey mom beanie to walk the dog this morning.  Then, I remembered  about actually being a hockey mom. The hours in rinks and the unending try outs and the out-of-town tourneys.  Mac's got his first game next weekend as a goalie in his regular league.  I think the job of Goalie Mom is going to be a special kind of anxiety-ridden hell.  I'll let you know.  But, I'm pretty sure I'm right about that.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a total wreck watching people firing plastic slabs at my tiny baby.

Meditation: I've got a new app called Omvana.  I'm digging it.  So far, I've worked on love.  Love isn't a challenge for me, really.  I feel generally compassionate.  Of course, there's always room for improvement, and I've been working on breathing out love to encompass the entire world.  Blowing up love like a balloon to cushion all of the people.  I'm now ready for gratitude instruction.  I'll be honest and say that gratitude fails me in key moments.  Maybe Vishen, my Omvana guy, can fix that.

Dog: I'm sorry to say that Dan's love and compassion and gratitude for Teddy are failing.  It's not Teddy's fault that he's a teenager.  After my weekend away, Dan said, "Never leave us again.  We can't do it without you."  "That's not true," I said.  "You just don't like taking care of the dog."  He agreed that this was actually the case.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


I really like how this Teddy is just looking at you with unconditional love.  He doesn't care if you make poor fashion choices or forget your deodorant.  This guy just wants you to be who you are.  He appreciates your efforts.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Well, Okay

Here I am in LAX, just keeping you posted.  It's been an epic trip, with plenty of sibling bonding.

Having siblings in the ether is okay, and all.   But, having siblings in the real-life present is so much better.  The one pictured above - we re-met each other after eighteen years apart - toured me all around Hollywood and Beverly Hills and Venice Beach.  The entire weekend was surreal and fabulous.  I can't even write any more about it because I keep doing undignified airport crying.  

When I get home, I'll get to see Mac's blue hair and lost tooth.  Shef will continue to run cross country races with bigger kids.  Dan and I will kick it old school in the kitchen with the crazy dog and the bad tv.  The other sibs will be in and out, as they live mostly in Minneapolis with me. I like it that way.  

Saturday, September 26, 2015

You Married a Really Nice Guy

LA Update:  We went to Beverly Hills and got in a little bit of trouble for taking that shot in front of a green wall in the Prada Store.

Don't I look like I totally fit in in Beverly Hills?  I think I'm going to move here and live at Barney's.  In the basement, people will make me look beautiful by applying expensive make-up to my face.  Later, I can wear pointy booties with fringe on them and take a jaunt down the street to Chanel where I'll buy the 12,000 dollar dress I touched there.  Also, I'll have prosecco at a fancy hotel every day like I did today. 

This has been fab.  100%.

Friday, September 25, 2015

He Would Never Call You

I'm in California visiting my youngest brother and his lovely wife.  So far, I've been cool enough, I think.  I have mostly stopped worrying about being cool. #bigsteps

Highlights so far: view of the Hollywood sign en route to their place from LAX, sushi lunch, and live musical performance by said sibling.

I mean, he's really good and I had never heard him before.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a little choked up.  Who wouldn't? Sometimes all there is to do is cry just a little bit.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

I Could Say Hi

I'm visiting Los Angeles starting tomorrow.  I'm really excited, but I'm also paralyzed by nerves.

Here's the problem: When you hop off the plane at LAX as Miley Cyrus is wont to do, do they check for coolness?

Because I'm pretty sure I will fail any LA coolness test.   I googled about how to be cool in LA, but I can't find any definitive tips beyond getting paid for your Instagram.  Also, I've heard that women of a certain age (my age) are eschewed by Hollywood.  I learned this by reading articles about people who used to be cool, but now because they are in their mid-to-late 30s, they are no longer cool.

I did find an article about things I can wear to appear cooler than I am.  These include beanies and lace/sheer clothing.  Also leggings at all times.  So, basically, no.

It's safe to say I'm counting on the unconditional love of my sibling and his fab wife to make up for my Minneapolis mediocrity.  Everything will be okay.