Friday, April 28, 2017

Extremely Casual Friday


Today Mr. Rosenberg worked from home rather than drive across town to Santa Monica. When you work out of our house, you get most of the bed to yourself, and an adorable, golden haired, administrative assistant. And your own parking space.




Thursday, April 27, 2017

Painty


This unknown gal is on a mural on the side of a building at the community center park where Bob has baseball practice.

Or

This is me, wearing a seaweed dress, doing the V-is-for-victory sign after successfully parallel parking (with two inches to spare on either side) in front of the community center park where Bob has baseball practice.

Or

Both.



Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Sweet Dreams


There are times when I wake up at 3:00am and have a hard time falling back asleep. I've read that the best thing to do is get up and read, drink some warm milk or herbal tea or do something monotonous like fold laundry and whatever you do, don't get on a screen.

So my usual 3:00am routine is to make some middle-of-the-night coffee (I know), and get on my computer. I check email, cruise Facebook, and then I go on Ebay and window shop. I add dresses and shoes and cardigans to my Watch List.

Sometimes though, I have to break with tradition and buy some sweet, middle-of-the-night, drastically discounted, green sandals.

And then I fall asleep. (Yes, even after the coffee.)






Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Huddle Up


"Mom? The best thing about having more than one game in a day is that after the first game, I figure out what all my mistakes were so I can fix them and then be even better in the second game!"



Monday, April 24, 2017

Edges


When Bob was old enough to crawl, we gave away our dangerous-for-babies glass coffee table. We replaced it with a large upholstered ottoman with soft edges. Now, ten years later, we felt it was time to let the baby-proofed furniture go and get a grown up coffee table.

Yesterday, we left the ottoman at the curb in front of our house with a "free" sign on it. An hour later, a couple pulled up and wrestled it into the back of their van. I came out to the front steps and waved and thanked them for taking it.

Mr. Rosenberg put together the new coffee table that was delivered to our door in a giant box. The table is wood and metal and has pointy, grown-up edges. We have breakable things sitting out on the new coffee table because it's ten years later and our baby is 5'1" and everyone is growing up and the new coffee table is one more thing that proves that time is speeding by.

And Ted has claimed the bottom shelf for his personal chin rest.







Saturday, April 22, 2017

Smacksy Saturday Photo: My New Nemisis/Assistant


Remember last year when I learned to keep score for Bob's little league baseball team? I learned in a paper score book. It was hard for me and I wasn't great at it. This year, I'm learning to keep score for Bob's Pony League team. I've been instructed to use a scorekeeping app. The main problem so far is that the game moves fast and I move slow. Everyone tells me this app is "easier" than the old-school way. Everyone is adorable and wrong.



Friday, April 21, 2017

The Gold Mining Play in Room 18



"Thinkin'? Now, what're you doin' a fool thing like that fer?"

"Perfect Bob. I think you've got all your lines memorized. What kind of voice are you going to use?"

"Um? My own voice?"

"I mean for your character. His name is 'Grubby.' Don't you think he'd sound like an old guy?"

"I'm not doing a weird voice, Mom."

"Maybe he's got a limp!"

"No, Mom."

"Maybe he's kind of hunched over, like this."

"Mom..."

"It's acting, Bob! How about a little character background? He's supposed to be panning for gold while he's talking, right? How's your space work? Maybe his teeth whistle when he talksss like thisss."

"Please stop."






Thursday, April 20, 2017

Headed to Practice


"Beck? What do you like better - soccer or baseball?"

"Baseball, Bob. Totally baseball."

"Totally."




Wednesday, April 19, 2017

2D Me


If you've ever texted with me, then you've seen cartoon (Bitmoji) me before. I depend on this gal when words fail. We're a lot alike.


We have the same interests.



Part of each of us is sort of stuck in the 80s.




We're superhero-y in our own minds.




I kind of love her.





Tuesday, April 18, 2017

A Little Off



"It's so weird, Bob. All day I've been feeling like it's Tuesday."

"Mom, it is Tuesday."

"Oh."

"Mom."






Monday, April 17, 2017

The Deal



"Mom? Thanks for taking me to all my baseball things. It's like every day."

"I'm happy to. It's not every day."

"It's six days a week. Sometimes twice a day."

"That's true. Don't forget - I only ask one thing in return."

"When I get to the major leagues, I have to use your walk-on song."

"Which is?"

"'Kashmir' by Led Zeppelin."

"Correct."

"I know, Mom. I know."


Saturday, April 15, 2017

Friday, April 14, 2017

A Good Egg, A Good Friday


Our first time dyeing eggs with the non-PAAS, hippie, "natural," fruit and vegetable dye. The colors are deep and there is no vinegar involved. (Is it weird that I kind of miss the horrible boiled egg/vinegar smell of the old-school egg dye?)

I've got to break out the ceramic bunny figurines. Easter is upon us.



Thursday, April 13, 2017

Early Call


"Mom, I've got three games on Saturday, right?"

"You do."

"What time do we have to be at the first one?"

"7:30 in the morning."

"Wow. Are you going to bring coffee?"

"What do you think?"

"I think maybe you should bring some donuts too."



Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Z is for Zucchini


We've started a little garden this spring. The first vegetable going in? The classic, prolific, and un-killable, zucchini.

If you've done any gardening before, you already know how this will end. A tiny six-leaved sprout will soon become a green monster that takes over the whole yard. There will be dozens and dozens of zucchinis. We will make zucchini roasted, sauteed, grilled, and turn it into sweet bread. If you live in the neighborhood, go to school with Bob, are on one of his baseball teams, or deliver our mail, you will be gifted with a bag of zucchini. I may take a tip from my friend Nancy and leave the zucchinis on the passenger seats of cars whose doors are left unlocked in the parking lot.

How do you know I am living on the edge? I planted two.



Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Milestone #47


It's The Volcano Science Experiment. I love this one. It's right up there with The Macaroni Necklace. 

Monday, April 10, 2017

Agreed


"You know that sound, Mom? The sound when the ball hits the bat? Really cracks it? It's the best sound in the whole world."

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Smacksy Sunday Links

Ted loves a hotel.

One behavior separates the successful from the average.

Practices for the overwhelmed, stressed, and anxious.

How to spring clean your soul.

11 authors who hated the movie versions of their books.

And raccoons with bubbles.

Happy Sunday.





Saturday, April 8, 2017

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Land Shark


When the hotel guy gives you your own shark-pal, you know it's going to be a good staycation.



Thursday, April 6, 2017

Just Now


Deep breath in. Hold it. Deeper. Hold it. Deeper. Hold it. Deep breath out.




Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Neighborhood Cowboy


Bob and I went out for pancakes this morning at the coffee shop by our house.  One of the morning regulars we see around town is a guy we call Neighborhood Cowboy. Neighborhood Cowboy is an elderly Chinese gentleman who dresses in jeans, cowboy hat, and cowboy boots everyday. He is generally in a t-shirt with suspenders and completes his ensemble with a plastic 99 Cent Store logo bag filled with newspapers. 

As our food was brought to the table, we noticed Neighborhood Cowboy coming through the door. He took a seat at the far side of the counter next to the guys my mom might refer to as his "cronies."

Bob (whispers): "Mom, did you see what it said on Neighborhood Cowboy's shirt?"

Me: "No. What was it?"

Bob: "It's a cartoon Jack-o-Lantern pooping and it says, 'Where pumpkin pie really comes from.'"

Me: "That's awesome."

Bob: That's SO awesome."




Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Small Bob


A few weeks ago, as I was tucking Bob in at bedtime, he asked me to tell him a story about when he was little. Sleep deprivation and mom-brain were a bad combo back then, setting me up to not remember much. Then it occurred to me.

I pulled out my phone and searched Smacksy, May 2009. I went back to the very beginning of the blog and started to read. Now, it's our new thing. Because I have posted every day since I started the blog, if I read one story a day, it will take us eight years to get to today and I will never catch up. Perfect.

We are both delighted.



Sunday, April 2, 2017

Smacksy Sunday Links


A page from my art journal

Do more things that make you forget to check your phone.

Think like a bronze medalist instead of silver.

In praise of the book tower. I'm all about the book tower.

Using paper cutouts to turn famous landmarks into art. I love people.

And a dog and his prairie dog.

Happy Sunday.




Friday, March 31, 2017

Ted Said What?


Possible captions for this photo:

"I'll be right back, I'm headed in to eat the delicious bathroom trash."

"Sirens are coming down the street, my howling will commence shortly. Prepare to be entertained."

"I'm done tail-dusting the chair, shall I do the piano bench next?"

"Did you guys hear the mailman? I'm pretty sure I heard the mailman. Please stand back while I protect us from the mail."

"There's a disgusting smell in the backyard. Will you let me out so I can find and eat whatever is making that disgusting smell?"

"Hold on a minute. Are you actually going to finish that sandwich without giving me the last bite? Who ARE you?"

"If anyone needs me, I'll be on Bob's bed licking my nethers. As usual."

"I have secured the perimeter. I am now ready to stare at you while you use the restroom. Let's go."






Wednesday, March 29, 2017

I Left My Heart


I was standing in the kitchen this evening making a little 10:00pm coffee. While I waited I took some time to really stare at this little treasure. The previous owner left this hanging on a wall near where we keep the coffeemaker. I have always been in love with it. It doesn't belong to me, it belongs to this house.

This little flower stand scene in San Francisco is drawn by Ted Lewy, a man from Prussia who traveled to San Francisco in the 1950s and fell in love with the city. He has painted many other scenes, most often of nature and architecture of the west coast.

Perhaps because I grew up in Northern California, this particular little scene is especially dear to me. As the coffee brews, I take a step inside the picture and imagine what Ted Lewy's early 50s San Francisco might have looked and felt like. I know the sound there - the clanging of cable cars, traffic, seagulls. The smell of saltwater and the cool damp of the fog sitting on your skin. I am the lady dressed in red, buying yellow roses from a man with a cap, my hand inside a glove, clinging to my pocketbook.

And then, my coffee is ready.




Tuesday, March 28, 2017

You're Welcome, Pasadena Community Urgent Care

The worst thing about spending three hours at Pasadena Community Urgent Care on Sunday night was of course, seeing Bob in pain. But a close second, was this:


Who are the barbarians responsible for this arrangement? How is a person supposed to accomplish any level of pain management in a room with this kind of unholy, lopsided flier presentation?


I made it a full forty minutes before I had to take matters into my own hands.  


I think we can all breathe a little easier now.





Monday, March 27, 2017

For Pete's Sake


My friend Garth saw the bandage on my hand today and asked if I'd been in a blogging accident.

My hand hasn't been feeling better since the fall so I went back to the doctor today. Having an MRI later this week. We'll see what's up.

Yesterday Bob was playing catch with Mr. Rosenberg and caught a pop-fly with his nose. Spent some time at urgent care last night. The x-ray revealed that his nose wasn't broken so that is excellent. Today he's just swollen and sore.

In the meantime, Bob has a bandage on his nose and I have a bandage on my hand so together we look like we got in a fight.

We're just a mess.

This too shall pass but in the meantime thank goodness for acetaminophen.






Thursday, March 23, 2017

It's National Puppy Day


Did you think I'd let National Puppy Day go by without a Teddy photo? Of course I would not. Here is Teddy enjoying a road trip.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

You Are My Favorite

Thank you for this terrific card, Ann.


So you, you reading this? This is about you. (I think you will recognize yourself.)

You are smart and you know how to make me laugh.

You are kind, caring, and you have a beautiful smile.

You have a way of making other people feel important.

You are extremely creative.

You do many things well and the things you don't do as well, you make up for in joy.

You remember all of the important stuff.

You would rather get along than be right.

You have eyes that have seen the world.

You know how to have a good time.

I am so grateful to know you.

You are my favorite.









Tuesday, March 21, 2017

No Question


"So, Bob. What do you like more - Pokémon GO or baseball?"

"Mom? Are you kidding? Baseball is the best thing in the whole world."



Monday, March 20, 2017

Very Vernal


I found this tree photo on my phone. I didn't take it on purpose. I think it's one of those photos that happens by accident when you didn't shut down your camera like you thought you did. So, a tree selfie. With today being the first day of spring, it only seems appropriate that this lovely spring-ish photo would show up from nowhere.

In honor of the new season, today I decided to do spring cleaning. I got as far as straightening my underpants drawer before I got tired and sat down with some spring coffee. It's a start.

Welcome, spring.



Sunday, March 19, 2017

Smacksy Sunday Links


Hotel Room/Writer's Assistant


A "new" (previously unpublished) short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Baking and cooking makes everything better.

This artists replaces billboards with photos of the landscapes they're blocking. Genius.

And a polar bear and his green bucket.

Happy Sunday.



Friday, March 17, 2017

Kiss Me, I'm Super Irish


My great-great grandparents the Sullivans, or more accurately, the Ó Súilleabháins. 

Happy St. Patrick's Day.



Thursday, March 16, 2017

A Sa-weet Scrimmage Single



I hope you're getting used to it, folks. There's going to be a lot of Smacksy baseball happening here for the foreseeable future.



Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Spectators


"What are you guys watching, Bob?"

"Baseball."

"Right."

"I mean, you really had to ask, Mom?"





Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Just One Thing


I read an article today about doing just one thing at a time - really being where you are, doing the one thing you're doing and nothing else. I know this is basic Mindfulness 101, but it's still so hard to do.

This evening, I sat at Bob's baseball practice and watched. I watched the guys play and I watched the wild parrots fly in formation overhead and I watched the sky change colors as the sun went down. I felt the air shift from hot to mild and then - and then I tried to capture the moment by taking this picture and then the moment was lost.