When I was in Kansas City, Melinda (aka My Purple Crayon) took me to the Hammerpress letter press studio. They had beautiful things there, and I couldn’t resist buying this poster. A two word sentence that pretty much explains the entire universe. The laundry gets washed, the laundry gets dirty. You get your eyebrows plucked and neat one day and then before you know it, you look closely in the mirror and realize you are becoming Ape Girl again. Summer vacation ends and school begins. Sleeping in changes to the hustle and bustle of making breakfast, grabbing backpacks and homework, carpooling, remembering who has practice when and where.
The bounty of summer must either be eaten, put up for winter, or succumb to the first frost. Soon there will be no more sun-ripened tomatoes or sweet corn, peaches or melons. The &*%#!! Kitchen Fairy will start making big pots of rich and hearty soup, that I’m sure her family will adore and thus shower her with compliments!
In one year Nate has entered the double digits, Everett has become a teenager, and has gotten his own cell phone. Our policy is that we will provide you with your own cell phone when you become a freshman, but we do not pay for extras like texting or ring tones, etc. Everett decided he could not wait one more year so he payed for his own phone and pays the monthly service fee. It sort of felt like we caved in on this one, but I know he was tired of borrowing his friends’ phones to call us to pick him up after practices and things. And if it’s important enough for him to fork over his own money then I guess we can be reasonable about it. Now we can’t monitor how many times girls call him though, and do they ever call him. EEERGGHH! And they usually play this game.
The girl, “Hi Everett!”
Everett, “Hi, who’s this?”
The girl, “Guess.”
Everett, “I don’t know, who is this?”
The girl, “Come on, guess.”
Everett, “I don’t know, and I’m hanging up now!”
And in this same year, on this very day Marshall turns 16! And the first order of business was to take him to get his driver’s license. See how things change. He passed. The boy was visibly shaking with the excitement of the moment and the freedom it represents. The driving thing terrifies the crap out of me, but it will also be liberating to have him driving himself, and of course making last minute grocery store runs for the &*%#!! Kitchen Fairy! He has changed from a baby, to a boy, to nearly a man. My it went fast!