Monday, September 19, 2011
Where are the Muffin Stumps?
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Shake, Rattle, and Roll
Last year there was a minor quake that I mostly slept through. I vaguely remember a loud boom and thought it was a low flying jet. This was too real and I was wide awake for this one.
Glad we made it through this one and that we have neighbors to look out for and that look out for us. Stay steady, all.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
What Books Say About Their Readers
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Summer Inception
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Bodies, Rest and Motion
At the pool the other day, I discussed with a neighbor the merits of different swimsuit styles. My neighbor noted that she prefers stylish one-pieces to the skort tankini she usually wears to chase after her non-swimming yet fearless tyke.
Interesting point: some styles (i.e., bikinis, low- and high-cut tanks) look better on a person who is standing or sitting, but NOT moving. However, if the person wants to be active, a stable garment with more coverage is needed. Lounging in a poolside chair calls for a different kind of swimsuit than one worn while chasing kids, swimming, bending over, squatting ... you get the picture.
Actually, you may not want to get the picture. Our sartorial discussion reminded me of the Seinfeld episode "The Apology," when Jerry's girlfriend walked around in the nude. Instead of enjoying the clothes-free situation, Jerry realized that when she coughed, crouched down or tried to unscrew a jar, her body was not so attractive. He told George, “There's good naked and bad naked."
Likewise, my neighbor and I concluded that there are good swimsuits (sturdy tops, skirted bottoms) and bad swimsuits (string bikinis, skimpy one-pieces) when bodies are not at rest, but in motion.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Spare a Square or Two?
So this time the first born daughter has to go the bathroom. Don't forget to wear to wear your flip flops in there, I tell her. She leaves and I'm poolside with the little one who's begging me for ice cream. I have to say no today and tell her that yesterday, once again they finagled ice cream at the pool and at Rita's. The girls are getting so good at that that we parents are forgetting or not noticing the ice cream content. Where is that child? I wonder. She's been in there for so long. Fifteen, twenty minutes? Then it hits me. She's closer to that age where a little girl starts "the process" of becoming a woman. When's the last time her mother had that talk with her? Please don't let it start now. Not at a pool. I can't help her. I can't go in there. What can I do? Might have to call her mother right now. I ask the little one to go in and check on her sister. Ask her if she's OK. She dutifully goes in and comes right back out. She's OK because I can see her flip flops under the stall. But did you talk with her? I ask. No. Go back in and ask her if she's OK. Little one does. A minute or two passes. I'm cringing. She comes out and reports. She's OK. She just ran out of toilet paper. She was just sitting there and so I gave her some. Well, what a relief. What a great big relief. More so for me. First born comes out. What happened? I ran out and was trying to reach some from the other stall but people kept coming. Wow, sorry to hear that. Reminds me of a Seinfeld episode where Elaine had that happen to her. Next time, ask someone if they could spare a square or two. Yep, I'm a dad. I'm in control.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
The Good Mother
You see, when I had my children, I was determined that I would be a Good Mother and not poison them with high sugar (and delicious!) cereals that I grew up on - Captain Crunch, Lucky Charms, and Sugar Pops (it's got the word sugar in it!) to name a few. So at first I fed my girls plain Cheerios. They not like that very much and we put sugar on it anyway. Then we discovered Honey Nut Cheerios (we tried Multigrain but they liked Honey Nut better - I wonder why..) I can't tell you how much Honey Nut Cheerios we've eaten at $4 a box!!
So I take my HN Cheerios-addicted daughter with me to the grocery store the other day. We get to the cereal aisle.
Daughter: "Mom, why can't we get fun cereals?"
The Good Mother: "Because they're not good for you and have too much sugar."
Daughter: "Oh yeah! Let's compare." And she proceeds to compare the calories, fat, sugar, and carbs. "See mom, Lucky Charms is actually lower in all of them than HN Cheerios."
The Good Mother: Now I'm starting to shake. "That can't be. There must be some category HN Cheerios is better in." But we can't find one. Then I decided to go to my old stand-by.
The Good Mother: "Well, surely it's more expensive. Let's look at the unit cost. (another Good Mother lesson to her daughter) Oh, it's 26 cents compared to 24 cents. Hmm. Not much of a difference."
So, alas, I have no choice but to let her get Lucky Charms (secretly, I couldn't wait to sneak down at midnight and dig into the box myself).
At least this Good Mother can be proud that she taught her children how to read the nutrition labels. I hope she doesn't ask me for Captain Crunch next time.
Monday, May 30, 2011
I Scream for Ice Cream, Again?
We've not all been to Fair Hills as a family. Wifey has checked out Harris Teeter or Harry T as I have dubbed it. Check out the fountain, people tell us. And wouldn't you know, it's turned off when we arrive. What's this Grill Marx? Yet another restaurant in Olney. Someone mentioned, all these restaurants and only one gym. Perhaps we could use another gym. The firstborn daughter notes that all the Tex-Mex places in Olney start with the letter C. California Tortilla, Chipotle, Cafe Rio. Hmmmm. And look! Baskin Robbins is open now too. The girls asked can we go? Well, into Panera to eat. we get our sandwiches and watch a lonely Subway right across from Panera." Are we really going to BR for ice cream?" I ask. "Sure, why not?" Wifey replies. Because they already had ice cream at the pool. "Well, I told them we can go." she says. Who am I to complain. We walk over and see the line. Little one, thinks like me and says one hour later and we'll still be waiting but surprisingly, the line moves. The girls got a one scoop cone and I get a Blizzard oops that's Dairy Queen. I think BR calls their version 31 below or something. I share mine with Wifey. It's only after we're eating them that she says, "Ice cream again?" And I say, "Yeah, I mentioned that in Panera." But all she heard was me make a noise like the teacher in Peanuts. Wah-wah-wah. How lucky can the girls get? That is not going to happen again for a long time. Oh sure, the girls believe me. Wah-wah-wah.
Friday, May 27, 2011
One with Nature...
Well, not really. But one of the things I discovered when I started working (or not working) from home was that I noticed the nature around my house more. In a previous post from last spring, I wrote about my love-hate relationship with the voracious squirrels on my back patio who ate tree droppings with wild abandon leaving a big mess that I felt compelled to sweep off my patio daily (you'll recall the audacious squirrel that taunted me...). All I wanted was a patio free of tree droppings and leftovers. Was that so much to ask? But I digress.
This spring, I am celebrating renewal. First, Toady - the frog that likes to live under our barbeque grill has returned! We hadn't seen him this spring and were worried about his demise (Cocoa, our dog, is also glad to see Toady again). Second, a lone head of swiss chard has decided to return this season in the vegetable garden even though I left him and his brothers rotting last season after I discovered that I don't like to eat swiss chard (even if they do make a nice edge to a vegetable garden...). Finally, after 3 growing seasons, that grape plant and blueberry plant I had no business impulse buying at Good Earth are budding with fruit!!!! Imagine, grapes and blueberries in my own garden! Oh Mother Nature, please let them ripen on the vine and be sweet...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Memories and Farm Fresh Eggs
Monday, May 23, 2011
We Should Have Walked
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Easy Rider
Now that Bowie Mill Road has been repaved, I love driving on it. To me, the “smoother than a baby’s bottom” ride has been worth the one-lane traffic and weather-related construction delays. The only bump that could mar such street sleekness would be a talking bump – like the one in "The Pothole" Seinfeld episode, when George dropped his Phil Rizzuto keychain in a pothole that was later paved over ... a bump which shouted, “Holy Cow!” whenever a car ran over it.
I am glad that the Bowie Mill makeover is complete in every sense of the word. A friend’s street was recently repaved by PEPCO (or another one of those ubiquitous companies digging up the roads in Olney) in what she describes as “a half-a—ed job.” Literally. I drove down her street and sure enough, exactly one half of the street is dark and even while the other half is gray and pocked. I wouldn't be surprised if drivers spoiled by Bowie Mill Road would mistakenly drive down the wrong side of the road on her street just to stay on the smooth side. Come to think of it, I might have done just that. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tiptoe Through The Tulips
Sunday, March 27, 2011
What's Going On?
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Library Traitor
On December 2, 2010, Robin (noteverstill) wrote for this blog about her wistful last visit to the Olney library. Like her, I miss the place. It was a second home to me; I spent hours poring through its collections and working on FOL's used book sale. The staff became old friends and I ran into so many long-lost Olney pals. Now every time I drive by the shuttered Olney library, I feel a twinge of sadness mixed with guilt. Why guilt?
Even before the Olney library closed its doors, I was already stepping out ... to the Howard County library in Glenwood. Yes, I was a traitor. Instead of patronizing other Montgomery County branches, I snuck up Georgia Avenue to the sparkling Glenwood facility with its enormous book, DVD, and audio book collections; ample natural lighting; and cozy cafe. I joked with the Olney staff (employed by cash-strapped Montgomery County) that Howard County's librarians even had metal name tags! I couldn't hide my enthusiasm for the Glenwood facility; while organizing the used book sale near the check-out counter, whenever I overheard a patron's dismayed discovery about the Olney library's closing, I would take him/her aside and whisper, "Try the Howard County library just 20 minutes up Georgia Avenue."
Once my kids had a taste of the Glenwood facility, they never wanted to return to the Olney library. Whenever I bumped into an Olney resident at Glenwood, we would exchange slightly embarrassed smiles and avert eyes like mutually exposed cheaters. The most embarrassing moment was when I ran into an Olney librarian who asked, "Where do you go now?"
Shuffling my feet, I looked down and mumbled, "Uh... actually, I've been going to the Howard County library --"
"Good for you! I was going to suggest that facility," she patted my arm reassuringly.
Despite infrequent visits to the Aspen Hill and Wheaton branches of the Montgomery County library, I admit that yes, my loyalty has shifted to the Howard County library... at least until the renovated Olney library reopens next year.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
What Day is It, Anyway?
With school closed so much for the past 2 weeks, I have lost track of what day of the week it is. Last week, the kids were home on Monday for Martin Luther King Jr. Day and then on Tuesday for a snow day. By mid-week, my time radar was completely scrambled. As I pulled out of the driveway one morning, I spotted blue recycling bins everywhere."Geez," I mumbled, "why are everyone's bins out so early? It's only Wednesday morning. Why not wait until tonight to put them out for tomorrow's pickup?" Then I heard a truck's low rumbling and realized that my neighbors were not all crazy early birds ... but that it was actually Thursday, recycling day.
This week was worse: after Monday off for Teacher's Professional Day, the kids had school on Tuesday but then enjoyed snow days on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! On Thursday night, I wrote a message on the OBX to cancel a Saturday event "originally scheduled for tomorrow." Luckily, a sharp-eyed OBX reader emailed me to clarify if I actually meant tomorrow (Friday) or the day after tomorrow (Saturday).
Yesterday I ran errands with my kids, thinking it was Saturday (after all, they hadn't had school the day before). We enjoyed a strange sensation of freedom from the usual weekend activities. This bubble of freedom, however, was burst when we were up in Howard County and discovered that we needed to be back in Olney for Friday afternoon piano lessons.
So, today is Saturday, right? Is it the weekend yet? Can anyone tell at this point?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
It's a little bit funny...this feeling inside...
Alas, my newly 15 year old has informed me that she can start driving in 9 months. I have informed her that she won't be driving any time soon if I can help it.
Rest in peace, Alex. May you find peace, Bart and Betsy. Thank you for sharing yourselves with Olney. And Olney...way to go!