Wednesday, March 25, 2015

It Takes Two

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Wednesday nights means dinner with my parents. Mom cooks ahead or puts something together quick and we spend some time around the kitchen table for a few hours sharing stories. Mom and I sometimes draw. Dad tells stories and reads the paper while Collin does his homework or plays a game of gin. Tonight, we celebrated my birthday.

Mom gave me a desktop electric pencil sharpener and four double A batteries. She was over yesterday for some art time and was surprised I only had a manual sharpener. She shared the pros and cons of Exacto sharpeners versus other brands then came out with:

"I can't believe you don't have one. I have two! One in the sewing room and one in the kitchen."

"Well that is living in the lap of luxury having two electric pencil sharpeners, Mom." She is so cute chatting as she bustles about the kitchen chopping tomatoes, organizing dressing and ripping apart lettuce for salad.

"Well, you know, it's just easier because you get up from making something to go sharpen a pencil and by the time you get to the kitchen..."

"You forget!" I guessed.

"I do!"

We laughed.

"Two is just easier. I have two hair brushes too."

"This is sounding more and more like a slice of life post. I haven't written one for today yet."

"Well, maybe you should wait a few years and write it about you."

"Well, I could but it's funnier right now." Funny and heart-hard, I know, but I don't say it. We laugh our way through.

 "You want to know everything I have two of?" Mom's eyes have that grin.

"I do."

"I have four tooth brushes."

"Well that's not two, but two squared. It makes sense what with your hygiene history. Why four?"

"Two in each bathroom because the tooth brush should dry out before you use it again to get rid of the bacteria. Well, I never actually tested that," she chuckled as she sliced white provolone circles into thin strips to top the salads. "It would be an interesting study though."

"What else do you have two of?"

"Two hair dryers, one in each bathroom."

" Well that is nice for guests too, " I reasoned.

" Yes, mm, what else do I have two of?"

"Two combs. Two tubes of tooth paste. Two, well maybe six rolls of paper towels--bath rooms, laundry room, sewing room, kitchen, garage, you know. Only one set of make up though."

"And one scale," I add cataloging contents in my mind.

"Oh, yeah we don't need to double up on that!"

Friday, March 20, 2015

Two Tables

Art time before breakfast. Sketching with my brother and sharing a palette with my niece. What tales the table tells.

Brick- oven baked crust with just the right amount of pull and crunch. Roasted garlic, sweet peppers, onions and sausage, we are blessed!

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Collecting Yellows

The road home is lined with wild flowers. Yellow and sunshine skies. 

Kumquats are ready for picking. Mom found some walking in her neighborhood. When I was a kid one grew between my house and the Stevenson next door. I could dash o the tree during Jailbreak or hide and seek and grab a handful and crouch behind the brick wall that hid the hose big. Kumquats taste like hide and seek.

The road home from Mom's is dotted with trumpet trees. Showers of yellow blossoms--decadent signs of spring. Summer's just a moment away.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Springing for Snow

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Spring break starts in four days. We are hoping for snow. My son and I are taking a trip north to visit my brother in New Hampshire. Their place got great snow this year, so much that the northern Spillanes needed to buy a new roof rake, refurbish their snow blower and dig, dig, dig. I know nothing about such things. I know as much as star fish knows about snow.

I know robins in January
 and year-round growing green.
I know wind chimes
and blue skies. Salt water
and bubbling springs,
swimming, I know.
Snow, no.

But I do love it. My husband, born and raised in Connecticut, says that I would not love snow if I had to live in it. Likely that's true.  Still, I love the white magic of snow.

The first time I saw snow I was in the tenth grade. We were living in Atlanta. It was a rare snow storm. School was cancelled the day before and it seemed as if the very air was holding its breath. I remember watching out my front window, seeing moon light through pine boughs, but not much else.  "No snow yet," we kept saying before bed.

Somehow, I fell asleep waiting. Somewhere around two or three in the morning, my mom came in and woke me up.

"Wake up, Lee Ann, wake up."
"What is it?"
"Snow, come on. Let's go make angels. There's snow."

She got my brother and I bundled--coats over pajamas. We might have put on shoes. Out into the front yard we went. Whisper white silence and moonlight.

Wow. The world looks different covered in white--it smells and sounds different too, new.

We slipped and crunched into the middle of the yard, plopped down on our backs and windmilled arms and legs. Past-midnight angels, blue light, hush and glow. What a wonder that was, that snow.

Collin's first snow angel during the spring break snow adventure of 2008.