My Crazy Life

This week has been a week of trying to catch up on all those things that came up while we were remodeling and have come up because we're at the end of the school year.  I spent an entire afternoon on the phone on Wednesday just making appointments and I still have two left to go.  (Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the phone?) 

The last two days have been spent on-line trying to find my tall, super-skinny child jeans not only in his size (which is hard enough to find) but in an acceptable style for him and an acceptable price for me.  Yesterday, he finally realized (after I've been trying to talk to him about it since March) that he was going to need new shorts.  Off to the inexpensive combo department/grocery store where we also added such things to our cart such as underwear and socks (very important accessories for the teenage male.....not fun, but neccessary.)  I have yet to find the nice slacks (my kids hate that word)...pants that I insist each child have in his closet for less than $80.  A bit pricey for this mama to put on a growing boy.  I'm afraid that I'm going to have to take a trip to the mall to the ultra something store that we both hate and plunk down a huge stack of money to get something that fits my kiddo. 

We've suspended Phase II renovations because we seem to be out of time and motivation at this point.  We've put a dot dot dot on the list and hopefully will continue later this year.  For these home improvement novices, we need a break. 

I'm also ignoring the fact that my husband and teenage child are threatening to switch me to a phone that is smarter than I am, which is causing me all kinds of anxiety.  (But is yet another thing that they assure me will change my life.....please ignore the fact that we'll be switching plans so whatever I end up with, so will oldest child.)  Right now I'm in denial since I went to the office supply store yesterday and bought myself a cute new planner to get through the summer and new school year.

Right now I'm in survival mode trying to tie up confirmation for this school year, deal with all the May events coming up with the boys, and preparing to have 2 teenage nephews and their 120 lb dog for a month this summer.  At some point I'm going to have to take time to breathe (and sleep) and remember to take one moment at a time.....but today is not that day.  Off to the races.....

My Bifocals Return-th

22 years ago I moved to Grand Rapids and had to find a new eye doctor.  At my very first appointment he took my bifocals away.  Yes, I said bifocals.  I was given bifocals before I went off to college in order to improve my rapidly declining vision.  I LOVED them.  I no longer had to do the glasses shuffle where I put my glasses on to see and took them off to read/study.

I was very sad to see the bifocals go and told the doc so.  He promised that one day in the future he would return them to me.  I often think fondly upon those bifocals as the glasses shuffle plays out many times a day, every day.  Today that day has come.....I got measured for my new bifocals!  In 7-10 days I'll be in a happy place again and have the added benefit of not playing "trombone" as I try to read the paint cans.

May Day

I just remembered that today is May Day.  Way back long, long ago my sister and I took May Day very seriously.  We spent a day or two before the big day weaving construction paper baskets for our neighbor and our teachers.  (Remember we were full time lake livers before it was cool.  We only had one neighbor that was also there all year around.)  We spent the day before and the morning of looking for flowers to stuff in our baskets.  Some years the pickings were very thin because we were still in winter coats hoping the violets had dared to poke their heads out of the ground.  We would sneak across our neighbor's huge yard giggling (I'm sure she saw us coming from her front window, but she never spoiled it for us.)  We'd hang our May basket on her door knob, knock on the door, and then run. Laughing all the way home. We'd go into school, later that day, clutching our sometimes meager basket of flowers to give our teachers and shyly hand them over wishing them a happy May Day.  Good Times.....  Here's a May Day basket for you.
Happy May Day!!!