Disclaimer: The pictures I attempt to capture for Sunday Scenes are in no way meant to imply that there is never any marital discord, bickering teenagers, tears & tantrums that occur in the backstory of these scenes. The photos are an attempt to convey – that in spite of incidents that may or may not have happened – life is good and Sunday Scenes are lovely.
Sprinkles on the breakfast table
Karoake with tweens
A delicious spead
This smiles face
“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Can I come back? I miss it here. Will you come back? Can we get back together 😉
I felt like I was too busy, too distracted and depleted. I lost momentum and focus and thought maybe blogging was a narcissistic exercise or futile endeavor. But I’ve decided that it’s neither. Continue reading
I’ve been right here.
But I’ve also been here…
Niagra Falls was crazy-cool. It’s somewhere you hear about, but just haven’t gotten too. At least we hadn’t. But now we did.
I’ve also been here…
The observatory made me tear up. It was truly awe-inspiring. If you can go, do that. I highly recommend it.
I’ve been in my kitchen.
I’ve been in the car.
I’ve been in therapy.
I’ve been thinking about what I want to write about. I’d say I’m back, but I’ve been here.
The garden is weedy and leggy and the lettuce has bolted. Battered sneakers lay on the front steps, weathered from river walks. Bathing suits are faded and thread bare from chlorine and salt water. My hair is dry – the texture of summer hay – designed by being out-of-doors more hours than in.
Phone messages are beckoning with blinking lights on the phone console and laundry is statically many loads short of done. Meal planning has digressed to the point that the term ‘meal planning’ cannot be used for what I am doing – which is rummaging through the freezer for appetizers and chicken wings overlooked by the last party. The to-do lists and projects remain undone. Unfortunately. Very unfortunately.
I pursue July & August like a gorgeous, popular best friend of whom I cannot get enough. Pretty and tan – I want all of her attention. I grab at the days desperately in an attempt to feed my addiction to the light, and heat, water, waves and blue skies. I both consume it and am consumed by it in a glorious paradox. Summer.
Even now, there are school forms to be filled out, appointments to be made, routines to be adhered too and activities require that I promptly get on the September merri-go-round.
Excuse me if I don’t comply. If there are sunny warm days that need my attention, I’ll have to reschedule.
September’s Summer only has 18 more days. Astronomical Autumn will occur on September 23.
If it’s good enough for the sun, moon & stars, it’s good enough for me.
“Summer ends, and Autumn comes,
and he who would have it
otherwise would have high tide always
and a full moon every night.”
I toted Sean to an ‘unfamiliar to us’ playground. We gathered our things, exited the car and headed for the location.
As we walk through the gate and onto the splash pad, I instantly feel something is different. This is a completely foreign experience and I am not used to it.
Mom’s keep talking to each other, and no one turns around. Not one little kid stops in their tracks to watch us as we come through the gate. There is no undo attention. He simply joins the other kids.
No one pretends that they are not looking at us.
This is because it is the right season to be out of school. Not one person – never mind three – ask him ‘What, no school today?’ He is not a teenager, missing some class period, in the middle of the day. He has just the right skin color for no one to be concerned that he is at the park alone. He matches me perfectly and no one asks ‘is that your son’ or where I got him. He has all of his hair and no one gives him that pitiful looks reserved for children with cancer. He has just the right number of chromosomes and his behavior falls into pretty acceptable social norms.
So we blend.
It is incredibly strange. I don’t often realize the way that I steel myself for the situations I will find myself when I am in the company of several or all of my boys. I get it, and I don’t. Some days I have more tolerance for it and some days less. It’s always there, but during this experience, in it’s absence, I feel a hard time relaxing and settling into quiet oblivion.
It’s odd being nearly normal.
I did say that 20 years seems to have gone fast…but not faster than this Lamborghini-ride-birthday-present Ethan received from my mom.
They went so fast. On a precarious part of the course, I looked away! He loved every minute of it.
Cool day for a really cool guy.
I need to thank Cloud 9 Exotics for a really great day…they threw in a couple of extra laps as a gift. Ethan has that effect on people 🙂
I like this exercise of reminding myself to take photos on Sunday’s and think about the really good things in life. Not all Sundays are perfect, and even that reminds me of how truly ‘good’ I have it.
Why? I don’t know. Found him here & took a picture.
I LOVE to bake a cake. Love it. If it is old-fashioned, requires sifting, ingredients at room temperature and the alternating of wet and dry additions – even better. I thoroughly enjoyed baking a cake this Sunday.
I did NOT enjoy pulling said cake with my hands out of the cake pan after it sat there 5 hours too long. It is being served in ‘hunks’ instead of slices. Oh well.
My favorite supplies for one of my favorite activities.
Somebody may have rec’d a 100-mile-an-hour ride in a Lamborghini for his 20th Birthday. THAT needs its own post.
And any night that ends with a fire…safely burning in the firepit…is good.