three day blog

It has been wonderful and fun, but for the time being, and with a heavy heart, I am taking a blog sabbatical. Would that be a bloggatical? Or a sablogital? Whatever it is, I will miss you and I hope you will miss me and welcome me back with open arms if and when I return.

Since I missed a good opportunity to post on Mother's day....I will inflict a post on you now. This didn't happen on Mother's day but it is about my mother. I know... I don't even make sense to myself. The other day my mother and I were having a deep, earth changing conversation when it suddenly turned to poetry. I won't say that my mom changed the subject to poetry so that she could share her own poems but when she said "hey, let's talk about poetry...want to hear mine?" ...the conversation naturally drifted there. I was a bit hesitant to listen, so I tried to hint as gently as I could with: "mom please don't read me any of your poetry...you know I hate that crap." My mom, who always tried to teach me perseverance, replied "you are my daughter so you have to listen to it...in fact if you don't, I may just read you some of my short stories as well." So as she started in on the first poem I tried to be a gracious listener....

Is it just me, or does my son resemble Gilbert Gottfried?

My son Anthony , it turns out, is a genius. It is always comfortable to have at least one of these in the family. And since it very apparently wasn't going to be me---I am glad that one of my children is. I have for you exhibit A: At first glance it appears to be the typical scrawl of an average 6 year old. Not so, though. Take a second look and the genius of it gradually comes into focus. First you have the main part of the picture which shows a painter--as evidenced by the objects I have pointed out. Here I have circled the easel as to draw your attention to the fact the painter is at work on a self portrait. In this other circle, which is rather difficult to see, there is a second painter painting his own self portrait. Now he is dealing with the subject of infinity... I know, right? And if you notice on this last circle...all this genius can be had for a mere one dollar! I bet you were thinking he wouldn't charge me, his own mother. But if you know Anthony then ...

Two weeks ago I had an open house. It was wildly successful. Well... it was successful if you expect no one to actually buy your home... We did get quite a few people, though....and I am not even counting the neighbors or previous owners . We had a Realtor tell us that ours was the best home he had been in all day. My thought at that moment was "good thing he doesn't know that on any given day this house is typically held together by spilled cheerios and dirty laundry ." I also would bet good money that it was the smallest house that he had been in all day, as well. I thought it would be a swell idea to make my mom bake some cookies and brownies and offer coffee to lure in the suck---er I mean possible buyers. It worked like a charm. By the time that my mom and I had finished the last of the goodies--we were both committed to buying the house. So since it was such a blast I am doing it again...this Saturday. Anyone want any cookies? They are free....