that cynking feeling

this is the part where i forget youinvent a world without you herepretend you never made me laughignore the urge to make you smile this is the part where i forget youmake do with how things used to bewake without wondering what you’re doingsleep without dreaming you’re by my side this the is the part where i forget youdiscard the tales i meant to sharemove on from wishing things were…

2018 Book Riot #ReadHarder Challenge Complete!

For the fourth year in a row, I participated in the Book Riot Read Harder Challenge. Unlike last year, I completed every task with at least one book.

I enjoy the added challenge of finding books that fit more than one category. This year, I took the requirement of task one (published posthumously) and used it for the books selected for tasks 2 and 7. I also found several comics written and drawn…

Every once in a while, Philip will splash water on me when I’m trying to give him his bath. Tonight was no exception. He dribbled some water on my sleeve.

“Mommy went to boxing class today,” I warned, holding up fists in the defensive position. “You better watch out.”

Philip dumped a handful of water on the front of my shirt.

day 28

I no longer have a CD player in my car. I miss listening to audio books while I drive. I also don’t enjoy scanning through radio stations in search of music instead of commercials.

I am discovering music I have been missing in all the years I’ve been reading instead of musicking. This evening, for instance, I heard this song that’s not too bad.

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the gift card that keeps on giving

Philip’s grandparents gave him a Denny’s gift card for his birthday in September. Peter and I took him out on his tenth birthday with the intention of using the gift card. When I went to pay the bill, the cashier had issues with running the gift card. She left me waiting at the register while she went to speak to the manager.

When she returned, she said, “Our gift card system is down. The manger…

Saturday night’s alright for whining

Saturday’s seem to be bad luck for me. Last week, I stumbled and fell. My wrist doesn’t hurt as much but as the scraped skin on my knee heals, it hurts.

This morning, I walked Sam without incident. Alas, I didn’t survive breakfast unscathed. I heated up pouch of creamed chipped beef for Philip. When I took the packet out of the microwave, I squeezed hot steam out on my thumb and burned it. It…

I mentioned last week that my employer is offering free fitness classes at the new health and wellness center that opened on campus earlier this fall. A colleague in my department is one of the instructors. I think that’s the only reason why I tried spinning. In the past, riding a stationery bike has bothered my knees. The thought of a class on a bike wasn’t that appealing.

It turns out spinning…

Today I’m thankful to be home with my family relaxing. I’m thankful that I have a warm house to live in with plenty of food to eat. I’m thankful I have the luxury of binge-watching Netflix.

I want to wish all my readers a Happy Thanksgiving. May you have many things for which to be grateful.

thankful that it’s day 22

For many of my coworkers, today is their Friday. These people are using vacation days to get an extra long weekend that includes the Thanksgiving holiday.

I’ve decided to come to work on Friday. It’s one of my favorite days to be here since most people are gone. I’m not interested in Black Friday sales, so I don’t feel like I’m missing out. Traffic is light on the commute (on a drive that is…

I don’t remember the last time I set my alarm clock. I’m not sure I even know how anymore. Step 1 would be to make sure I know the difference between AM and PM.

It’s not that I don’t have places to be at certain times. I have to get to work like everyone else. The difference is that I have living alarm clocks.

Alarm clock 1: My husband, Peter. Unless he is sick, he is an early riser. He’s been…

it’s all in the wrist

I was headed home with Sam when I saw the headlights. It was just before 6 am in my rural neighborhood. There is a single “street” light at the back gate to our community. Most houses around here don’t have security lights. At that hour most houses were dark, no lights on inside or out. The moon was behind clouds. The approaching car offered illumination but I didn’t want it right in my eyes.

“Th…

Fitness Friday: punching bag

On Tuesday, I woke up feeling like I had been someone’s punching bag. In actuality, my muscles were feeling the effects of a boxing class I attended Monday during lunch.

This fall, the college I work at opened a new health and wellness center. While the priority is to give students a place to work out, faculty and staff have also been invited to make use of the facility. Not only are there new…