My routine was disturbed at 5:30 am this morning when I reached over, grabbed the remote, and hit the on button. Nothing. Did I not do it the right way? Hit the on button again. Nothing.
This is not right. I do this in the dark every morning and wait for the TV to light up the room. I even make sure that it’s on the right channel before turning it off the night before. Let’s try this once more. Hit the on button. Still nothing.
Now I have to reach over and actually turn on a light so I can see both the remote and the TV. Exactly what I am looking for…I have no idea. They look fine to me, but repeated hits still lead to nothing.
My conclusion? The cable is out. That’s a dilemma. How will I get ready without the sounds of familiar voices updating me on the latest news? Forecasting the weather? Telling me if there are traffic issues to avoid during my commute? I need my routine to get me going. I need my morning TV companions.
The silence is deafening. I reach for the radio to fill the void, but it’s just a basic radio…no stereo…hard to find a good station. Too loud. Not loud enough. Voices that sound scratchy. I don’t know these people in the morning. This is not right either.
I’m heading home shortly. I sit here praying that the cable is back on. If it’s not, I can’t do the treadmill tonight because I need my sitcoms. After all, that’s my routine.
I got a message this morning that one of the junior high boys was looking for me. When I heard that it was Jeremiah, I wondered what he could possibly need from me since I didn’t recall any conversation that I had had with him. His message was basically “I need to see her because she didn’t show up for dinner.”
Not sure what that meant…until I was reminded by the messenger about the 8th grade class meeting we had last week. We discussed graduation, the dance, the class trip, and how important it is for them to keep up with their school work this last quarter so they don’t fall behind.
I shared with them what I used to tell my students when I was still in the classroom. I always said that I needed them to hand their assignments in regularly unless they wanted to invite me for dinner so I could come and grade the work at their house. I told them spaghetti and meatballs was my favorite.
I received limited response to my little story at the time. A few kids chuckled in the back, and a few rolled their eyes the way junior high kids do. My mother had a phrase that she used quite often…In one ear and out the other…meaning it kind of fell on deaf ears.
Or did it? Jeremiah apparently “got the joke” last week and wanted to give it right back to me today. I really love a kid with a sense of humor. Especially a junior high kid!
I spent the day with my daughter, planning her upcoming baby shower. This is actually the third time in about 10 months that I have either a bridal or baby shower to plan. I’m guessing our family and friends are just a little leery of seeing mail from us right about now.
Invitations have been sent and RSVPs are coming in. Over lunch today, we finalized the menu, decided on colors for the table linens, ordered dessert, and discussed centerpieces and favors. We accomplished what we set out to do.
But the most enjoyable part of the day was our time spent just talking. In a few months, my daughter will have a daughter of her own. I can’t wait to see her begin her journey from new mom to “not-so-new” mom, sitting with her adult daughter making plans over lunch.
The best is yet to come for her.
Springtime is such a tease.
The sun shines before the clouds take over.
The temperature rises, only to decide to head back down.
A dry morning gives way to a rainy afternoon.
Jackets off, jackets on.
I’m not complaining.
I’m patiently waiting for springtime to settle in and turn into summer.
The Ten Commandments. Oh, no. Not again. Believe it or not, my husband could sit and watch that movie every year. Says it’s epic. Says it brings back childhood memories of Easters past. He ranks it right up there with decorating eggs, searching for baskets, wearing your finest Easter duds, and going to Grandma’s for dinner.
I never did enjoy the movie when I was younger. I prefer not to watch it now. So once again, he and I are engaging in our annual Easter debate….to watch or not to watch The Ten Commandments.
And once again, he promises to change it after “this next part”. I play along for awhile before briefly stepping out of the room.
When I return, he has changed the channel. I should be pleased, but I am quickly reminded to be careful what I ask for…as I sit here and watch yet another episode of his NCIS marathon.
Rain shower or handheld?
Square or round head?
Multifunction or single function?
Pressure-balancing valve trim?
Modern or contemporary or traditional?
Chrome or brushed nickel or brushed bronze or gold?
Can we interest you in body sprays?
How about steam?
Too many choices.
When she told me, I tried not to react. Should I chuckle or offer my condolences? Tammy has just entered the other world of parent with a son about to get behind the wheel of a moving vehicle. He has passed the first of the required tests. Yippee!
I went through it with two sons. This right of passage for them is quite the experience for moms and dads. My boys did well through the behind the wheel part of it. After all, I was right there with them, with my foot on the imaginary break pedal, reminding them to…”Watch out for that car in front of you”…. “Don’t follow too close”….”Slow down a little”….”Speed up a little”….”Stay in this lane”.
It was what happened after they actually had the license, and I had to let them fly out there on their own…alone.
Son #1 (who shall remain nameless) had his first accident about six months after he earned his license. I got home from work in time to hand off my car to him so he could go to his part-time job. Then came the phone call, about five minutes after he had left. I knew it wasn’t going to be good. “Mom, I just hit a car!” Just blocks from home, he had looked away and looked back to find a car at a dead stop in front of him. He found himself unable to stop in time and rear-ended the car.
Son #2 (who needs to remain nameless) called me at work one morning. It was just about 9:00 am when the principal came to my classroom to say he was on the phone. Once again, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. “Mom, I just got run over by a semi!” I took a deep breath and told myself that since he was actually the one calling me, it was safe to assume that the car faired worse then him. I was right. He had pulled up on the right side of a truck in the turn lane at a red light. The truck driver apparently didn’t see him and began to make his own right hand turn in front of the car, pushing it with my son inside up onto the curb.
Ok…so that one wasn’t his fault. But the accident that happened two weeks later, when said Son #2 was driving Grandma’s borrowed car while she was out of town and his was being repaired, WAS his fault. Another phone call that wasn’t going to be good. “Mom, I just got into an accident with Grandma’s car.” Are you kidding me? He still owes me for having to make that call to my mother in Florida.
So…should I chuckle or offer my condolences?