I showed the second picture to Cody and he immediately shouted out, “You did it!”
Husband’s response was more along the lines of ‘out with the old, in with the new’. It is a discussion we have been having as the miles creep upward.
Carter said, “What? Only 40 miles per hour…oh…I see.” (Typical Carter)
My reaction was more of a melancholy soaked smile. Stanley, my 2006 Subaru, has made it to 100,000 miles.
One hundred thousand miles. That is a lot of distance. That is a lot of time. That is a lot of memories. So many comings and goings with so many people and pets.
This is the car that (among so many other things)…
I put a Band-Aid on to sooth Carter’s fears of getting a shot.
that both Husband’s and my dad rode in, both gone now.
that Cody had his first seizure in, in the parking lot of his speech therapist’s office.
so many conversations took place in, especially with much a younger Cody and Carter as we went hither and yon. Conversations about the Tooth Ferry, photosynthesis, the varieties of goldfish crackers, the meaning of street signs, the solar system. Some topics deep, edgy even, but most mundane, pedestrian.
I drove to midwife appointments in, Cody in his car seat, not sure he wanted a brother.
I drove Oberon, my very beloved three-legged hairless cat, to the vet in on his last day, me pregnant with Carter and sobbing.
I drove earning my Master’s degree and becoming a teacher.
There have been tears, laughter, adventures, songs – so many loudly and horribly sung song! – on the road we have traveled, on theses one hundred thousand miles.
While I have no immediate plans to sell Stanley, I know that he will not be my car forever. I hope I have another 100,000 miles to go with whatever my next car will be. I hope there will be great adventures and simple grocery store trips. And I hope I will remember to stop and reflect as I roll along.
I bought a new skirt last week. This is not normally a notable thing, and perhaps is still not, other than I am not much of a clothes shopper, much preferring to peruse the produce section of our local Sprouts looking for deals on organic blueberries and honeycrisp apples.
I came home with a couple items, all work worthy, meaning professional, comfortable, and able to allow me to walk around the classroom with ease or crawl around the floor moving from student to student while still looking classy (this last one may only be in my mind, but whatever, it’s my image not yours). One of the items was a skirt that I was rather taken with due to its uniqueness (this may be code for last years style/out of season-ness).
I showed it to Husband.
me: Look at this skirt I bought! I twirled around allowing the 100% polyester inner and outer layers to floof around before settling down to reveal the unique characteristic. It has a TRAIN!It is a skirt with a train.
husband: Or, here he paused perhaps unsure if he should continue. Or, it is a skirt with a mullet.
For those of you who do care about fashion, this is a CLUB MONACO Orristah Floral-Print Midi Skirt. The photo on the left is a stock photo from oman.ounass.com, the one on the right is from my living room.
Mullet or train, I shall wear this skirt and it will make me happy, being the latest, cutting edge fashion from my closet.
The dogs were boarded and the neighbors had instructions on cat and plant care. It was time to go.
We had a late afternoon flight and decided to take the shuttle bus to the island of my childhood home instead of renting a car.
We got in late, the boys opting to head to bed after greeting their grandma and plunking their suitcases down in their room. The rest of us stayed up talking. Due to COVID, it had been almost two years since we had seen my mom.
The next day we stayed island-side, strolling around the downtown and reminiscing on previous visits.
I breathed deeply of the salty air and absorbed the seagull sounds and lapping water.
As I always do when visiting my mom, I found myself drawn to the three and a half acres surrounding my childhood home, a space that still holds for me imaginary lands and a lifetime of memories.
I took so many pictures: decaying wooden fence posts, many colored grasses, gnarled trees – some wild and some more domesticated having been my former climbing trees, producing fruit for our family as well.
The next day we headed into Seattle. I had discovered that my mom had never been to the top of the Space Needle and so that, among other adventures, awaited.
I took way too many pictures of fish, my favorite one being the serious, long-nosed fellow with the intelligent stare.
At risk of being mocked for my many fish pictures, I snapped one of my mom with the boys.
I have never lived in Seattle, but have visited enough that I have mostly stopped taking pictures of the iconic places. The cityscape and flowers from our wander about of Pike’s Place is all you get.
Our day ended back at the hotel where Carter checked out the pool briefly before we all got some shuteye.
The next day, after breakfast, we went up the Space Needle. The clouds had cleared and we had a beautiful view all around. The glass floored floor, which rotates a full rotation every 45 minutes, was trippy.
Carter took a time-lapse video over about 20 minutes where the cars below quickly jerked to stops and starts and the gold, oddly shaped elevators tiptoed up and down the spine of the Space Needle. The rushing forward of time.
Next we headed to Ballard to do a self-guided tour of the Ballard Locks. We had done the full harbor tour that included the locks in previous years, so we enjoyed walking the park and viewing it from the ground. The museum was interesting as well.
The rest of our trip we spent on the island allowing the slowness of island time to wash over us. One evening Husband and I drove the short distance to Ebey’s Landing to watch the fog roll and the sun set.
We went back the next day for a beach walk that took us around the jutting out of the land, to the salty lagoon hidden behind.
No need to go far, just down the road, for picturesque views.
The boys enjoyed picking edible treasures from my mom’s garden – peas, carrots, currents, blueberries – just coming on.
And then, just like that, it was time to go. Husband and I headed back to Phoenix while the boys, lucky them, stayed on an extra week to have special time with their grandma.
The shuttle got us to the airport well before our flight so Husband and I partook in an expensive drink or two.
We have been back for several days. The boys check in with phone calls and texts.
The pets are happy to have us back, but they know something is missing. It is quiet without the boys. Too quiet.
I am so glad to have been able to travel, to visit my mom and share time with her. I can’t wait to do it again.
It is that time of year. Our dogs, Haley and Sasha are due for their wellness exam and vaccinations. For many reasons I choose to take them to the vet one at a time.
Thursday was Haley’s day. About 15 minutes before our scheduled appointment time, I took her out back to go to the bathroom. When I brought her back in I had Cody take Sasha to the back room so she would not be too disappointed when Haley and I left without her.
Haley was suspicious right off the bat, requiring much coaxing to leave the comfort and familiarity of the couch.
Haley has anxiety. She always has.
We drove the short distance to the vet clinic and were shown into an exam room. Haley, who is a solid 70 pounds (72 to be exact), alternated between lying next to me getting belly rubs and trying to squeeze between the wall and the chair I was sitting in to become invisible.
The vet technician came in and we chatted about Haley’s health and her anxiety medications. Then she asked if she could take Haley in the back for the exam and vaccination.
“According to this,” she said referring to her computer screen, “Haley urinates when she gets her vaccines.”
Off they went.
I texted Husband: Poor Haley!They have a note in her file that she pees when given a vaccine.
After a while the vet came in to talk to me about the exam. Haley is healthy, teeth are in great shape for her ten year old self, and she is only a tiny bit overweight.
Haley had yet to make an appearance. Then I heard a panicked scrabbling and huffing reverberating off the hallway.
“Oh, here she comes!” exclaimed the vet as Haley burst into the room, a cloud of black fur and nerves.
“She peed but also pooped just a little during her vaccine so I was cleaning her up,” the vet tech informed me, in the same breath reassuring me that it was fine and that her dog also does this. She typed something into the computer, I paid, and we were off.
I suspect that she added an additional note regarding the pooping. Another note in her permanent record.
In an effort to keep my askings – those to our neighbor to come over and play with our cats and throw water at our plants while we are gone – to a minimum, I bought some of these.
I have never used these before, but the reviews were good and it gave us a reason to drink an extra couple bottles of wine. Basically, you use a longneck bottle, such as a wine bottle, filled with water tipped upside down in the porous ceramic spike. The spike will saturate and then diffuse the water based upon the wetness of the surrounding soil.
I tested them out on the mint and trailing rosemary a couple weeks before we left and learned some interesting things about our herbs.
Rosemary is a total lush!
Mint is a more casual day drinker. In the evening he likes the purple party lights, wrapped around the pole he lives by, to be turned on and he sways to the music provided by the bamboo windchimes.
Then I added a spike to Chive. Chive is more of a tee toddler.
And through all of this, the succulents and cactus look on with distain.
So it seems that, while the spikes will help some, they are no match to the almost unquenchable thirst of Rosemary and Mint’s partying ways.
I am sure the 110 degree heat has nothing to do with it.
Because I am writing this a day early, I thought it would be fun to go through my camera roll and pick out some photos with the only criteria being that they contain red, white, and blue.
Tuesday we are leaving on our yearly summer trip up to the Pacific Northwest to spend time with my mom. Last year, due to COVID, this trip was canceled and very much missed.
I am not one to prewrite or schedule posts. Even writing a day ahead, as this post is, it very unusual for me. It just feels weird. I do have one post tucked away, burning a hole in my pocket, so to speak. Other than that, I may or may not get around to posting while we are gone, but I will be back.
I hope you have a safe and celebratory Fourth of July. Cheers!
Driving by a Tesla charging station, I wondered aloud what the collective noun for Tesla would be. I suggested a clutch, which really makes no sense seeing as they have none. But Cody, in brilliant form, suggested a spark. A spark of Teslas.
I needed some onion for a recipe and asked Cody if we had any. “Yes, we have about an Ogre’s toenail of onion,” he casually informed me. An apt description for the amount of onion we had left. To be more specific, an Oger’s big toenail worth of onion. Enough for what I needed anyway.
With Carter off on his week long camping trip, Cody seems worried about how he will fill his days. He decided that part of his day-filling will involve cooking with me, which I find more exciting than playing this video game he bought “…so just you and I can play it while Carter is gone.”
He has a lot of recipes saved on the Echo Show in our kitchen and so we scrolled through them, picking out a few that looked tempting. Cubano burgers and some sort of dough twist peperoni pizza were his top choices. He also wants to make a Copycat Olive Garden’s Zuppa Toscana recipe he found at finding zest. The soup will require that I purchase the most foul and feared of greens, kale. What one will do for love…
We wrote a grocery list and headed off to Safeway. I had him pick out the produce, price check the items, and check for dented cans. The last item on our list was a half pound of honey baked ham, shaved. We looked at the ham behind the glass counter at the deli and picked out which one we needed. When it was time, I stepped back and let him place the order. Cody ordered correctly and the lady thinly sliced the ham, weighed it, and placed it in the white bag with the price sticker. Cody commented that she weighed out exactly a pound.
We needed half a pound. I waited to see if he would catch the mistake and even asked, how much did we need? He accepted the ham from her and then asked me to see our list. It was then he noticed the mistake. As we walked away, we discussed that it was too late to return it; it was already in our cart. He felt bad about it, but I told him not to worry. It was a small mistake. I have made much greater ones than purchasing an extra $5 worth of ham.
The first words out of his mouth when we got home was to inform Husband that we bought 100% more ham than we needed. Haley, our black lab mix, was right there at the door, Nylabone, mouth. She offered to eat the mistake.