Somedays it's the little things that keep ya' going...

Some days the sunshine is all that tethers me to sanity.  Some days it's the small precious conversations with Kate; those delightful moments of joy that she hands me as she tells me a story, takes my hand on a walk, or finds me a "leaf of the day".  The other day we were walking home from the new school and discussing the big events of the day.  She had called in the late morning and I missed the call, but since she's the only one of my kids without the teen requisite electronic appendage (otherwise known as a cellphone) it was fairly easy to deduce which of my little ones would be calling from the "Bellingham School District".  So as we began our amble home I started out by asking her if she had called me from school.  "Oh yes," she said.  "I was in trouble."  Off to a great start for the new school year.  So, all patience and motherly cool reserve, I asked what for, wondering if choking would make another appearance, and if we'd have to seek help for our nine year old.  They don't promote very many anger control classes for such juvenile (all be it diminuative and terribly cute) offenders.  "Oh," she said, "I wasn't doing my work.  But, I got it together and Madison helped me, with my cursive.  Not the Madison you know.  Not Madison U. and NOT Madison Ryan, she's way to OLD to go to my school, but another Madison."  As clear as Madison Mud or Madison Soup.  But, she was pleased she pulled herself up out of the pit with the help of a friend.

     On just about any walk we look for a rock of the day.  The rock of the day is generally a rock that appeals to us in some way that we collect from the roadside or forest and relocate to the Bernal rock collection.  On the way home from school that day Kate delighted me by finding a great big fallen maple leaf, green with delicate flecks of yellow, and collecting it as the "leaf of the day", which she promptly stuck in my ponytail.  So, for most of our walk down Yew St. hill I looked like I was trying for some weird,  slightly ridiculous, quasi-indian head dress.  But,  oddly enough, I wore I proudly.  It said that one of my kids loves me unreservedly; that she  still like to walk with me and even decorate me.  What's more she didn't think I looked ridiculous.  She said I looked beautiful.  With my indian princess ponytail, my smile, my dog, and my girl, I didn't care what anybody else thought as they hurried past us.  I was completely happy.  For the moment...  

This is fun.  I enjoy being able to put lots of pictures on.  You all are lucky that I couldn't just add a slide show of all the pictures on my harddrive.  Ha!  Not kidding.

Ha.  My second day as an official Blogger.  What's on the agenda?  Not much.  Bryce is home with a headache so I'm on call should he ever wake up.  It's a beautiful day outside, and it's calling to me.  I have a new goal.  I'm going to walk everyday in a effort to do something productive at least once a day... you know, get up, get moving, and then stay moving.  So far I haven't hit the everyday mark, but I've hit the every other day deal.  Better than nothing, I say.

I spent a good amount of  wasted time surfing the www this morning.  Purely useless pursuits.  That's one reason I so seldom turn on the computer.  It's so easy to get sucked into the endless time sink.  Oh well.  What's your advice for keeping on track?  How about for not wasting time?

Hope you all have a glorious, sun filled day.  Keep your smile on.  If nothing else, you'll lift someone else up when they see you smiling.

Love ya.

Kathleen

I've got a half an hour before I need to take Bryce to the orthodontist.  Alina inspired me to jump in to the alien world of blogging.  What kind of word is that, anyway?  You'd think that blogging wouldn't feel so weird, that it would come easily.  And, yet, I feel so silly.  I'm talking to myself, like in a journal, and yet I know that I am intending to put it out there for somebody else to read.  Hope you all don't think I'm a silly as I feel.  What do you all talk about?  The only ones exciting (or excitable) around here are the dogs, and they're all in a prolonged nap.  No telling when something will motivate them.  Until then it's just little 'ole  me sitting in a very quiet, very messy house.