Thursday, June 5, 2014

Remember When Forrest Gump Just Stopped Running? That's Kinda Me Right Now.

Maybe I'm running out of things to say.  I suppose after blogging three days a week for a year and a half, that could happen - even to someone like me who is constantly wording thoughts in my head.  Since I don't share all of my life on my blog, my subject matter is often limited to esoteric anecdotes, mindful living reminders, laundry and trouble with wild birds.  I choose not to share the vast majority of my thoughts and experiences in order to maintain my privacy and to protect the innocent.  That said, I'm discovering that the twenty percent of my life that's comfortably sharable and moderately funny, doesn't change much from year to year.  When I sit down to write, it's like deja vu.  Or Groundhog Day.

So I'm going to stop.  Maybe for awhile, maybe forever.  If something interesting or funny happens or I come upon some fresh insight or an unusually cute outfit, I might share it.  We'll see.  There is just so much out there and I want what I write to fill a unique and special space.  Is there even one available?  Regardless, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my words.  It made me feel so good to write publicly again, but now you'll have to sneak into my house and find my journal if you need a little Minutiae.  But don't because that would freak us all out.

Remember to stay grateful.  And that there is humor to be found in almost every situation. 

I miss my blog already.

thanks and love.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

No Matter How Challenging It Is To Coordinate Multiple Teen Sport Schedules, Nothing Will Ever Compete With The Nagging Fear Of Missing Your Turn To Bring Post-Game Snacks When The Kids Were Really Little. I Spent Three Years Driving Around With A Case Of Capri Suns And 25 Mini Bags Of Sun Chips Just In Case Something Had Slipped Through The Cracks.

I think my weekly doses of Minutiae may be moving to a summer schedule of Tuesdays and Thursdays.  While these posts clearly don't take up my entire day - there is a significant amount of time involved.  I mean, those clothes don't just put themselves on the floor to be photographed, do they?  And we seem to have entered an entirely new world of summer sport-based 'busyness'.  Both the kids are on new teams that are competing all weekend every weekend and a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule of blog posts doesn't seem to be fitting in very well.

My Fridays are now devoted to last-minute trips to Dick's to buy my weekly load of Gatorade water bottles (where do they go??) and Google mapping the 17 fields we need to locate in the next 48 hours.  And Mondays find me wondering what in the world made me think it was a good idea to start a load of laundry on Saturday morning that I only remembered days later when we were all forced into a post-shower dabbing off with paper towels.  I am open to any and all tips regarding mildew scent removal.

These new teams are also run by younger people which has added an unexpected challenge.  Young coaches are a tad more comfortable with social media than I am, and now I feel I'm being forced to adopt new modes of communication just to stay up-to-date on the teams' goings on.  Soccer requires a special username and password to access the team website simply to confirm an upcoming practice time via the online calendar.   This is meant to be super useful - apparently your phone can simply sync up with the website calendar and voila! you're always current.  I do not use a calendar on my phone, I like a good old-fashioned paper calendar, but thanks to my lagging cyber skills I'm not only forced to spend extra time cross referencing their calendar with mine for last minute changes,  but I'm also battling the icy fear that technology is passing me by all too quickly.

Our lacrosse team communicates mostly via Twitter.  'Nuff said.

I'm wearing this:

Today I'm dressed in my hippie gardener look.  Because I'm going to finish planting all the stuff in my pots and I intend to do it while listening to music from the 70's.

gratitude:  a couple hours alone with the fam, ice cream, patio sitting, sleeping kids

thanks and love.