Monthly Archives: August 2013

Where have I been (moving right along)

All over the map and engaged in just about every variety of activity except for writing. Oops. I have this theory about getting behind. It involves activation barriers and the fact that the longer you put off something you need to do, the more daunting the task becomes. The more daunting the task, the less likely you are to tackle it. There is the temptation to just move on. However, if you are (as I am) a conscientious procrastinator, that is impossible. You become your own worst enemy and there is nothing to do but surrender.


My distractors (David, Peter, Buddy) have headed south for the last of the summer’s fishing and blue crabbing. It is just me, my lap top and a nagging sense that there are things left unsaid…now where was I?

Way back at the beginning of August, 8/1/13 in fact…the actual August (our big boy) bid us adieu. It had been a wonderful week and it is always difficult to say goodbye. However, this time was a little different. I have been quite transparent in my attempts to nudge August back to the East Coast. And….I am happy to report that it just could happen. It’s been ten years since he moved to Colorado and my eldest son is not one to embrace change. So we are exploring this possibility in baby steps. But, I remain ever hopeful. And perhaps unreasonably excited.

Photo by Sadie Dayton

Photo by Sadie Dayton

Of course, even as I cross my fingers that one child may be moving back home, I am preparing for the departure of another. Master Peter Duff heads off to boarding school in a week. Every time I think about it my breath catches and my heart seems to skip a beat. After almost twenty nine years of hands-on mothering, this is not going to be easy.

Peter is just so much fun to be with. And I shall miss our daily repartee. The other day we were talking about hair. I finally found the perfect cut for me—I was sitting in the chair at Super Cuts, and my favorite stylist Tiffany had the scissors poised above my head. What to do? I glanced at the eight year old boy in the chair to my left, and decided I wanted my hair to look just like his. So, a little longer on top, and shaved to 3/4 ” on the back and sides. I like it. However, I digress. I had hoped that Peter would submit to Tiffany’s ministrations as well. However, he was still on the fence about whether or not he would simply shave all his hair off. I protested rather strongly (which, psychologically speaking, is probably the worst thing I could do. Mom doesn’t want me to do it? Decided!) Anyway, my effort to influence his decision went like this: “Get a trim and you are a handsome boy with great hair. Shave it all off and you look like a skinhead.” Alas, subtlety is not my style. Peter claimed my observation was ‘racist’ and Tiffany didn’t touch a hair on his head. Yet.

Photo by Sadie Dayton (check out that hair)

Photo by Sadie Dayton (check out that hair)


A little housekeeping…(which, as a title for a blog, is equivalent to naming a dog Buddy)

I attend both meetings and conferences infrequently enough that I still get a kick out of what is most certainly ho-hum to the regulars. Such as, starting off a presentation with ‘first a little housekeeping’; which, according to means:  (1).  Something that needs to be done that absolutely no one cares about.

My own observation is that it can also function as an excuse of sorts; a preamble to this should have all been taken care of earlier but it wasn’t so now that we’re all assembled, time to tidy up.

When it comes to blogging, for the last couple of weeks I have been perfecting the art of procrastination and have produced only radio silence (Joan, thanks for delicately pointing that out while also checking up on me). I also started drinking again. Not heavily, but after a year and a half of total abstinence, I’ve been having a bit of a party. Or, as I said to my editor at a little over a week ago,  ‘a good glass of wine got between me and my stated deadline.’

The combination of lack of motivation post happy hour and puffy eyes in the morning shall keep me from going on any major benders. And, alas, the return of my cough in the evening has necessitated the moving up of my next scan, so the party may be winding down.

In the meantime, the past few weeks have been blissfully busy; I have been rushing from one activity to another with all the energy that this break from treatment has afforded me. Now that I’ve gotten the (ahem) housekeeping out of the way, I shall begin to recount some of these adventures.


That title was in reference to a mishap involving my wallet, but as I typed it I realized that it was actually perfect for something else:

Photo by Peter with his NEXUS

Photo by Peter with his NEXUS

I have continued to swim my (almost) daily laps, although after I made it to ninety-five lengths I had to dial it back a bit. Fifty, or a third of a mile, is much more doable. Anyway, I had just suited up (old red speedo, sunglasses, giant sun hat) and was acclimating myself to the water. Peter and his friend Miggles (that’s what they call him) were enjoying breakfast poolside. As I stood there I noticed that they were looking at me and laughing. I couldn’t understand what they found so funny (although I was afraid that if I thought long enough I might figure it out), so Peter took a picture and brought it over to show me.

Well, the lower half of my body had been optically distorted so that I now appeared to be a woman with fantastically stubby legs. It was fairly amusing, and only a tiny bit alarming when Miggles asked Peter to send him a copy. If I end up in one of those pop-up ads on the internet, they’re both in trouble.

Some very special images

The photo shoot with my pal Sadie (Sadie Dayton Photography) turned out even better than I could have imagined. Literally done on the fly—no stylist, no make-up artist, no wardrobe—no matter! Even allowing for my personal bias regarding both the artist and the models, I think these photos are absolutely splendid. Thank you Sadie!

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