And now for something you’ll really like.
(If you know Rocky and Bullwinkle, that lead-in will be familiar to you. I’m also wearing a blue flying hat with goggles.)
My wonderful spouse of 15 years took the kids to a dental conference this weekend so that I could stay home and write. (The conference has kids’ activities like water parks and zoos and trampoline places and amusement parks. It’s a great weekend.)
Not everyone is on board with this plan, however.
Ginny, the dog, is at home so that I could take her to puppy class. I am unsure obedience training is sticking. The phrase “Leave me alone. I’m writing” means nothing to her. But she will sit for 3 seconds.
I walk her a couple times a day and play with her and work on obedience with her. She is not an ignored dog.
This is not enough for her, however.
You can even see toys in the background. But those aren’t good enough
She is eating the incredibly expensive pencils I bought after Leanne Shirtliffe told me to. (She may have just posted an article on them and asked for opinions. But I’m pretty sure she said all the cool people own them.)
This is the outline for my manuscript. I worked on it last night while Ginny slept. She woke up.
So tomorrow there will be some kennel training occurring here. And hopefully some writing as well. There will definitely be a lot of whining. I just hope it’s mostly from the dog.
Be with us next time for ‘Avalanche is better than none.’
(Once again. Look up Rocky and Bullwinkle.)
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Have I mentioned this summer has been difficult to blog?
After I had my miscarriage, there was an ill timed pregnancy announcement. It hurt.
I wanted to make sure I didn’t do something similar here.
There has been a difficult death in the family. Trying to find humor in life or finding the irony in situations just seemed wrong. There is no humor or irony in death sometimes. And I don’t want anyone to think it doesn’t matter by carrying on as if nothing happened.
Because something happened and it was important.
My other problem this summer is due to my desire to write a scathing blog about a couple who divorced their spouses to be together. I don’t believe in public shaming. And I know I don’t know the whole story. I just know the end result and it’s sad.
So many people are affected by two people’s decisions. Or just one person’s. It’s been hard to wrap my head around it.
Don’t get me wrong. We’ve had fun this summer. We’ve been to camp and seen family and gone swimming and just chilled.
It’s just also been a heavy summer that needed some quiet time.
I think I’ll be grateful for school to start.
When my kids start asking me if I knew Sacagawea when I was a child.
At least Build A Bear is having a resurgence.
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Lately writing time has been non-existent. Summer is so unpredictable with camps and friends and smores. I never know when I will have a moment and lately the answer has been never- hence the lack of posts on my blog.
I’ve missed it. When I don’t write, I miss words and paper and pens and typing.
So I forced writing time.
We are at a water park. My kids are eating Dippin’ Dots and I’m existentially questioning my existence.
But at least my red head skin has a nice off-white tan now. I wonder if I’d have a better tan if I stopped using SPF 50.
Writing has been difficult this summer. I blame my lack of sleep. And having kids. And now a dog. And the color blue.
I went out to dinner with a friend last night. We had a wonderful time discussing life and how confused people make us and how one should feel about people with amazing genetics and how does one raise normal kids and how can we get friends who take us to Paris and is that table of guys going to hit on that table of girls.
World Peace should be occurring now because of us.
(If it doesn’t, it’s due to the conversation at the table to our right.)
I came back to the condo on the lake around 9:45 with 2 of the kids. Kevin was mountain biking with the eldest child.
I walked into our bedroom and smelled pot. A lot of pot.
Way more than I smelled at the Santana concert. Or when walking past the 420 camp at Venice Beach.
And that’s A LOT.
I told the kids to stay in their room and then I walked around outside. Our place is next to a bar, so I figured someone from there was doing something in the field in front of the garage. But it didn’t smell as strong the farther I got from our condo. I walked back between the garage and house and I saw a pink unicorn.
The garage door was open and I became freaked out. Then the dog barked at her reflection in the window but maybe she wasn’t barking at her reflection because then she came into my room and barked at nothing and she doesn’t bark unless she wants something and she didn’t want anything and were there harden criminals outside our bedroom and what would I do if there were and if it’s medicinal marijuana should I call an ambulance or should I ask for a drag?
By the time Kevin came home, the pot smell had dissipated. No one was around. I didn’t even find a joint on the ground.
The new rule should be that if I get freaked out, there should be some evidence somewhere that I had a reason to be freaked out.
And cinnamon and nutmeg should be added to joints smoked outside my bedroom.
HEY! I just made this another cooking post. I can feel a book deal just around the corner.
Watch out pot smoking intruders! She hides her vicious guard dog side.
We are going backpacking as a family. I’m not sure what has come over us but I guess we’re trying to force nature on our children. It makes me feel better about letting small electronic devices occupy their time when I want a nap.
And to be honest, Kevin originally asked me if I wanted to go HIKING as a family. Then he told his friend we were going BACKPACKING. He didn’t think his change in vocabulary was that big a deal until I said I was going to buy a 2k cubic zirconia but was actually going to buy a 2k diamond.
I’m nervous about the backpack I’ll be wearing. Kevin has said it’s a horrible bag but now that we need me to wear it, he is now saying it’s horrible because it’s too small not because it’s a horrible bag. I’m usually not as picky on vocabulary as I have been recently. But if I have to carry all of my possessions on my back, I need an amazing backpack and I think that’s why the story has changed. Amazing backpacks come with an amazing price.
And we can’t afford it anymore. Not after my previous vocabulary lesson.
(Dear prospective thieves: I didn’t REALLY buy a 2k diamond. But it made for a better ending. If you look through my jewelry box, you will find the cubic zirconia. What if I just leave you a $20 on the front door?)
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Hi. You may be wondering where I have been. Let’s ask. Marianne, where have you been?
There are many ways to answer this question.
Existentially, this is a very difficult question to answer. I have been somewhere between Zen and outer Babylon depending on the day or depending on the time of day or depending on who I am with or depending on who I am not with. The weight my earrings can also greatly affect my state of mind.
Physically, I have been in Utah, Idaho, Montana and other locations I am keeping on the down low because right now nothing can be proved.
My children holding their pre-fabricated clay bowls while standing on the incredibly talented Nathan Craven's extrusion exhibit at the Holter Museum.
Actually, I have been visiting family, trying to get my kids ready for school, getting my kids in school, paying bills, making sure my Entertainment Weekly subscription is renewed without a gap in the subscription and wondering why I am getting catalogues for insanely expensive children’s Halloween costumes. If you can afford one of the costumes in Chasing Fireflies, I would like to be your friend and then you should take me out to lunch because you make more money than I do. I have been trying to figure out what after school activities my children should be in and I’m starting to believe there is no right answer there and the fact that I just signed my oldest up for robot club at the exact same time he has cub scouts shows that I have no idea what I am doing. I am signing myself up for tap, though. I really, really hope I don’t pull something.
So that is what I have been doing this summer vacation. How about you?