Sunday, August 24, 2008

Making My Own Way

I've been ruminating over something quite a bit the past several months. Surprisingly, out of nowhere, the Husband asked me the exact question a few days ago that I've been trying to figure out.

He asked me how it felt to no longer have parents living. In odd quiet moments this thought has popped into my head. I'm only in my mid 40's and like everyone else that has lived this long with parents still walking the earth, your rational mind tells you that someday they will be gone, but you never really grasp the reality of it until they are gone. I'm assuming here of course that one has a healthy relationship with their parents.

I've been trying to put it into words in my own mind so I could catalog the feeling, and file it away under that heading. But I'm finding it very difficult. Simple adjectives like 'sad' just don't describe the complexities of the emotion.

My parents were the prow of the ship, cutting the waves for my brothers and I to follow more easily behind. We have taken over that job, being battered so our children can easily follow. Even though I have been doing this job for my children since they were born, it seems harder now, more important. It feels as though I have now become the elder, the wise one. The one with the wealth of life experience. It is a heavy burden.

I just hope that I can live up to the example set by my parents.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Just What I Needed

This past weekend fit the bill. The Husband and I went to the Great Big Sea concert in Akron. It was bloody brilliant. I think if you had never heard of them and happened to bumble by, you still would have had a good time. But I'm a fan.

I did knit all through Jeremy Fisher's act (the opener), but it wasn't out of boredom. His set allowed for that type of behavior. He's just a guy with a guitar but still very entertaining.

I was able to cast on for the Husband's Tabi socks he requested for Iai-do during Jeremy's set and complete the ribbing and about two rounds of the stockinette before the headliner.

After a late night watching HBO at the hotel (a real treat since I refuse to get cable or a satellite over the family's objections) and a nice breakfast with family that lives in Cuyahoga Falls, we were back home.

Back to reality after a weekend of feeling like an unmarried woman without kids who has the whole world ahead of her. Needless to say Monday was a bit of a let down. It's just an "ordinary day, but it's all your state of mind." - "Ordinary Day" by Great Big Sea

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Random Wednesday

  • For what I just spent on school supplies for 4 kidlets, I expect good grades. That would be a good return on my investment.

  • Looking forward to a little time away from the kidlets. I'm dragging the Husband to Akron this weekend for an outdoor Great Big Sea concert on Saturday and brunch with my aunt and uncle on Sunday morning. Then a nice quiet 4 hour drive back home. I hope he doesn't drive too fast. I really want to stretch this weekend out.

  • Not knitting as ferociously on socks. I guess I can do about 7.5 socks in a row before I start to loose steam. I've been working on Sitcom Chic more in the past couple of days than socks.

  • The front room is almost done. I wish the Husband would quit saying that it's finished. Since he believes in his mind that it's finished, he has moved on to other projects. Him moving on to other projects involves him asking me to make phone calls and run errands while he's at work. I know that this will end in arguments and hard feelings, because he'll feel I'm not moving fast enough. Never mind that I still have day to day running of the house hold.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Welcome to Walmart

As I was standing in the express line (which was moving at a turtle's pace) to purchase the Husband's contact solution, I realized that the customer that was checking out was giving the cashier suggestions on good wines. A quick glance into his cart showed a 24 pack of beer and one of those two gallon jugs of wine with a screw top.

I guess every oenophile has to start some where.