holidays of yore

hey, lauren. remember how, before we wed our hunky one-true-loves:

we used to send out our christmas cards together?

i can't remember...do we miss that? and are you sending one this year?

hey, hey, it's her birfday!

HAPPY BIRFDAY to two fabulous women:

Kelly, if only you had a blog i could link to. Facebook is NO KIND OF EXCUSE. i'm sorry you remain in obscure anonymity on your special day. i love you furiously, even if you remember--and enjoy retelling--every embarrassing thing i ever did.

and natalie (shall we henceforth call you Grandma Sunshine?), thank you for having a blog. a second congratulations for being pretty much the best halloween package sender of ever. do please have a mahvelous day!

and thank you both for being born in my favorite month. and for being born in general. well done. don't picture it, but i have reason to believe the trip down the birth canal is not a gentle one, so you should be proud. you're picturing it now, aren't you? even after i told you not to. i really wish you wouldn't. wait, were either of you c-sections? if so, you can still be proud, but less so. go blow out some candles. xox

more than a little lovely

relevant thoughts for today, as then, from hart crane

Chaplinesque
by Hart Crane

We make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.

For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts.

We will sidestep, and to the final smirk
Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb
That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us,
Facing the dull squint with what innocence
And what surprise!

And yet these fine collapses are not lies
More than the pirouettes of any pliant cane;
Our obsequies are, in a way, no enterprise.
We can evade you, and all else but the heart:
What blame to us if the heart live on.

The game enforces smirks; but we have seen
The moon in lonely alleys make
A grail of laughter of an empty ash can,
And through all sound of gaiety and quest
Have heard a kitten in the wilderness.

a note on reading poetry: enjoy it. don't worry me, or yourself, for meaning. i usually think the sudden, lightning impressions inform as well and wisely as a lecture on the topic by a learned dude in tweed.* if your impressions change with every reading, you're probably doing it "right."
(alternately, follow lauren's all-around good advice: take a big smell.)

*respectful nod to the good tweedsters who just can't help themselves from reading and reading the stuff. i can't, either.

so sad to see good fruit go bad

“When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmmmmmm, boy.” -Jack Handy
this weekend i got my wish for cold weather. in the brisk high 50s last night (in our house, at least), the sweet autumn chill forced some lessons upon us. Little, for example, had trouble understanding why we so wanted her to lie under a blanket, and ended up in our bed where--for the first time ever--she consented to spend the whole night. sweetness. nevertheless we learned that turning the heater on, be it ever so slightly, can only do us good (you win, hubs).

i'm feeling inspired and the really good ideas are rolling in...

:: for example, it seemed like a really good idea to turn my mounds of apples and peaches and pears into some pies. never mind that i don't own a pie tin. they actually turned out perty sweet and tasty, if hurtfully gut-ugly. wallop them with enough whipped cream and nobody can tell anyway, right? i figure the same technique will work for me in my later years, and save us money on cosmetic nonsense. anyway, the pie-fest came just in time: as it was, i had to adios at least 2 pounds of bad peach flesh.*

:: also, i reflected on how great it would be to see hubs and myself on the cover of a cheap romance novel. he is the requisite many inches taller than i, has plenty of manly arm and chest hair and, let's face it, we are the sexiest couple alive. at least in the top 1,000? i wonder that no one has yet invented a romance jacket generator on the internet. jibjab should do that. christmas cards solved.

:: also, i think it would be a good idea to...oh, beans, i forget. will let you know when surge of brilliance resumes.

any of you guys have some good ideas to share? please do.

*i sure thought by this time in my life i would be living on a ranch discussing horse flesh with a salty old trainer and a passel of other cow hands. at least the dream is still alive.

"honey, we're the big door prize"

as we watch the economy tank and prepare for the impending christmas season, hubs and i spend our weekend like every other family in america: comparison shopping for a big-screen tv. (?!?!?!)

following is the transcript of our actual conversation:

me: tell me again about option 1?

hubs: what you'll see is deeper blacks and a brighter contrast in color.

me: so if we're going to watch a lot of movies about rainbows and coal miners and malcolm x, that's really the clear way to go. by the way, i was just in Little's room, and i think she told me to "shake it downtown."

hubs: soooo, i take it you're not interested in the upgrade.

me: whadoyoumean. what's the price difference again?

hubs: 300 dollars.

me: (pause for reflection. picture the weight of $300 in fabric.)

hubs: have you ever seen high definition tv?

me: (dismissive laughter. pause to recall the last time i ran the tv gauntlet at an electronics store. decide it must have been at least three states ago.) maybe not.

hubs: okay. it's the difference between, oh, wow!, and WHOA!!! whereas that (points to our current humming, smudge-bespattered relic) is like, hmm? so, to recap, 300 dollars is the difference between oh, wow! and WHOA!!!

me: (pause for reflection. meanwhile, Little enters the room dancing.)

Little: shake-a-downtown-shake-a-downtown-shake-a-downtown-shake-a-downtown. mommy shake-a-downtown?

hubs: so, i take it from your reflection that you'd rather get the wow option and save 300 dollars.

me: (ever the killjoy, or, voice of reason) look at it not as saving 300, but as not spending 300 we don't have.

hubs: true. (retreats to his laptop for 10 minutes. then returns.)

hubs: just when i thought i had explored all the options...(truly, he had spent all of saturday absorbed in said activity)...i find a possibly fatal flaw.

me: the 42-inch is actually a cardboard box and a rabbit?

hubs: AND samsung has a comparable model that consumes half as much energy. for a couple hundred more.

me: well, that's important to me.

and so, to celebrate the birth of our savior, we contemplate spending ourselves speedily down to hell. but feel slightly justified because we're going green all the way.

new favorites

:: pandora online radio (so totally brill. we may never go silent again)

:: creek-lined hiking trails in san gabriel mountains (we went driving on sunday and found a fun new spot for our favorite outdoor activity: throwing rocks in the creek):

:: twin infant & toddler boys (thanks for playing with us, puentes!):

:: everyday bag from lotta jansdotter's simple sewing book. also, elephant fabric. (lauren, if you make this one, make the straps several inches longer so you can wear it over your shoulder):

:: super king market (cheap, cheap produce...mmm, pie heaven):


:: Little's finally finished school desk (i was going to embellish it with pages from a vintage child's book but i think i have decided i like it better plain. for now):

cheated

hot. tired. irritable. cheated out of lovely fall weather by a nasty, relentless, shine-you-out-of-your-foxhole, go-stick-yer-face-in-the-freezer and watch-too-much-tv sunshine. that's how most of today went. every precious autumn day in which i have to turn on my air conditioner is cause for bitter complaint. heat in october makes me want to throw up a little bit.

i did have my small consolations:

:: by my count, 10 new buds on the lemon tree
:: halloween cookies

:: air conditioning
:: Little in shades (top picture shows her preferred costume for watching snoopy in "it's the great pumpkin, charlie brown")

OH, ALSO, stupid vons (grocery store) is totally on my list for always being fresh out of whatever i ran there to get--with Little in tow, of course, who hates to be in the grocery store unless there is a lollipop in her mouth, and sometimes even then. i wouldn't even go to vons if it wasn't within walking distance. not that i ever walk there when it's hot. err! ERR!