… the feeling I get when I flick on my windshield wipers, and the minivan rocks back and forth.
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
How to tick off your dog
Treating our dog Rosie to a full belly rub this morning, there was a bump in her fur that felt like a tick. I pinched it with my fingernails and twisted. As Rosie’s yelp quickly indicated, it was not a tick, but a teat.
Nothing says “Good Morning” like a 360-degree teat-twister.
Snapshot from the ’70s
Tyler was rummaging through my bookshelf and stumbled upon this—a favorite from my collection of stories I read to my middle school kids during our unit on personal narratives. It made me fast-forward to when I’m a grandma, force-feeding my grandchildren my many tales of growing up in the ’70s. The memory that ages me most is where I’m sitting on my dad’s recliner with a cable box propped on my lap, channel surfing by pressing each button from left to right, in active pursuit of a new episode of The Brady Bunch or Gilligan’sIsland. Nearby is our weekly copy of the TV Guide, with a picture of President Jimmy Carter on the cover. It gets me all choked up to think of how far we’ve come. Either that, or I just swallowed a tooth.
Guess it’s time to start that stilettos fund.
Sometimes our children tell us early on who they are destined to become. Kids who take their toys apart and put them back together again are quite possibly our future engineers. Those who take care of wounded cats’ prey and other ailing wildlife may wind up nurses. Our kids who create elaborate buildings out of Legos just might become our next generation of architects.
Today I rounded the corner of our living room and found Eva, stripped down to nothing, clothes strewn all over the room, wildly spinning to the theme of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I love to dance naked!” she shrieked, now jumping so ecstatically she nearly knocked over the coffee table.
And with that, her membership at the local chapter of the Future Doctors of America, class of 2034, comes to a grinding halt.