Almost Summer
The kids are antsy,
the teachers tired of herding
ants. How soon summer?
The kids are antsy,
the teachers tired of herding
ants. How soon summer?
Schuyler's high school tennis season has just come to a close, and a friend just sent me the J.V. team picture (he's the tall guy in the front). I love seeing all the boys smiling and hamming it up, because it's been a big commitment and a lot of work for them. At times during the season, we had some fraught moments in which Schuyler was frustrated and fervent parental pep talks were delivered. He hung in there and is really glad that he did.
Long practices and
longer bus rides. Wins, losses,
Gatorade and smiles.
Today I drove my friends Cathleen, Maury and Vasco to LAX. They're beginning an epic journey to Vasco's country of birth, Malawi, in order to finalize his adoption and application for U.S. citizenship. I'm so excited for them, and really wish I could tag along. But I've got to hold down the fort here at home--so I plan to follow their progress via email and Cathi's blog updates, and send up a few prayers every time I think of them.
One long round trip from
Laguna to Africa
and back. Then: you’re home!
From the moment
you burst into the world
at a high rate of speed
one sunny May day
thirteen years ago
(you’ve heard the story
about how Dad and I barely
made it to the hospital
to have you properly delivered)
you've been my quicksilver baby,
my towhead in constant motion--
here one minute, then gone
and back again, with an imp’s grin.
Equal parts smart
stubborn
and sweet
you could charm a snake
or a vice principal.
Whether holding a slingshot
or a bottle rocket
or a bass guitar
you are my mischief and music,
my reminder that
life is a gift
and can be
really
truly
fun.
I haven't been known to chain myself to old-growth trees or to pontificate about global warming at cocktail parties, but, look: I care about the environment and especially hate to see people trash our oceans. I do what I can, the least of which is to not throw garbage on the ground. Good grief--we've got signs on all the storm drains in town explaining that they drain directly into the ocean. So when I see something like this, especially from someone representing a company selling so-called eco-friendly energy solutions, it makes me crazy! I mean, dude, first take the log out of your own eye...
Seen this morning
on southbound Pacific Coast Highway
at Cress Street:
a louche, bleary-eyed young man
(behind the wheel
of a pristine company car
logo-ed up with
“Green Solutions”
and
“Solar Power Systems for You!”)
flicking a lit cigarette butt
onto the roadway
Mom
while you were gone
I invited three friends over
just to kick back
but more people came
and um
I guess they invited people too
and well
the bad news is
there were two hundred people
in our house
for about an hour
the good news is
nothing was stolen or broken
and I’m sorry
and it won’t ever happen again
Mom
I promise
Sigh. My girls' weekend in the desert was so much fun I didn't want it to end. We talked for hours. I laughed so much that my face hurt. My friend Cari's home is so lovely and understated, just like she is. And being in her pool made me feel like I was in a David Hockney painting. Thank you again, Cari!
A pale aqua pool.
The cooing of mourning doves.
Fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice.