Thursday, December 29, 2005

Coming events

Apparently I'm behind the game because I haven't lined up a preschool for NEXT FALL. I was under the silly assumption that preschool enrollment was something I could take care of late spring/summerish. Apparently, the time is now. We'll probably go the co-op route again, but I'd rather try a new site that's nicer and/or closer to home. The cost benefit is nice, but I really like the involvement and community. I'm finding that the appealing non-co-op preschools that have purdy websites and snazzy philosophies are crazy expensive. I love the boy, but we would have to give up- well, food to send him to one of the (many) $600+ per month preschools lying around the Emerald City. It seems that most deadlines are next month and you are usually expected to take a tour before attempting to register. The quest continues....

Jack is more than a little impatient to see his favorite primate
on the big screen. Curios George movie comes to theatres
on February 10.

Organic Style magazine has ceased publication.

Sam got me the Street Smart Naturalist by David B. Williams and it's a pretty great way to learn about Seattle's ecology. I'm really enjoying it.

He got me the National Audubon Society Regional Guide to the Pacific Northwest as well. I'm a bit of a nature nut and we're still exploring the area, so I'm finding it all a bit fascinating.

If the rain lets up this week I'm going to look for tide pools. I returned a couple of goofy presents for a couple of Lucinda Williams and Wilco cd's so a short road trip is in order. Sam is off all week, so we need some mini-adventure squeezed in to all this relaxing.

I dragged Jack around to a few stores today and he was unamused at the limited access to "kid sections." So we passed a department store with a sale sign.

Jack: What did the words on that sign say?
Me: I don't know, I didn't see it.
Jac: (In disgusted, bored voice) It said, "We have fragile stuff here and it's boring. Keep going and don't buy anything!"

The wise ass force is strong in this one, and he hasn't even hit three. Lord help me.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Wishing you a fun, peaceful, safe holiday!

The day has been too stimulating, so I've spent the last half hour vegging out online while Sam gives Jack a bath. I needed a break from relaxing with family, food and gifts. I'm having a great time, but as a little girl I would occasionally get under my bed for a few minutes at my own birthday parties.

I don't know if my neurosis is caused by nature or nurture, but I do know that it's long running.

Conversation overheard at the gift counter at Seattle central library.
Person #1- "I'm so tired of everyone making a big deal out of saying "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas." I'm just going to say it, "Merry Christmas!"

#2- "I don't celebrate Christmas."

I took my mom to Teatro Zinzanni last week and it was as good as everyone says it is.

It's steep, but worth every penny. She didn't have a single complaint for over three hours, and I thought it was great to boot. I thought I was done with my desire to run away with the circus, but those talented performers, the antique tent, the ambiance.... It's all renewed.

The big toys hits for Jack this year are a bed tent, a new bridge for his train set, and a Playmobil forklift.

I wish we were closer to our families, but I liked getting cozy with our own little unit. It's been a great day.

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Fakemas, mucus, and fanfare- Oh my.

So it's been almost a month since I've posted.

First, we had colds. I can count on one hand the number of times Jack sniffled before he joined preschool. Since September he's had a full blown cold 3 times. They shouldn't call it co-op, they should call it cootiefest.

Secondly, we went to Colorado for Fakemas (def. the early celebration of Christmas with my parents that the entire immediate family [with one neurotic exception] commits to attending so that we are free to spend actual Christmas with our inlaws/at home etc. that takes place over the Thanksgiving weekend). It works as well as it can in the surreal environment that is my parents home. There are two separate large TV's in the living room tuned to different stations and running at least 10 hours a day. At least a couple of people are drunk at any given time from about noon on, and a motley mix of conservatives, liberals, straights, gays, hillbillies and cityslickers can be found exchanging gifts and getting goofy with board games late into the night while the kids sleep, the snow falls, and the coyotes howl from nearby in the woods. It would be great fodder for some creative semi-fiction if I didn't think they'd shoot me.

Once we got home some spyware had made our computer even slower than the grandparents' dial up and I lost all patience for the internet until Sam could clean everything up.

The whole family got another round of fevers and mucus. Lovely.

That brings us to the present. We're getting over our colds and ready for our own yuletide festivities, houseguests, and such while waiting in vain for more than 1/24" of snow.

Last night we went to the Moisture Festival's holiday benefit pantomime at Hale's Ales. My husband Sam grew up going to see a panto every year before Christmas in the U.K. Good fun was had by all and I think we'll start our own holiday tradition here as long as the Fremont Players continue to put one on.

I'm reading Tales of a Female Nomad by Rita Golden Gelman and so far it's pretty good. She writes books for kids while she explores the world. It's light and inspirational.

I'm almost done with Christmas shopping. I was picking up a few essentials last week at the grand opening of the Greenwood Space Travel Supply Company such as the very reasonably priced (and for a great cause) gravity detectors and threat minimizers. I've been excited about this new creative axis when I wandered through the atomic teleporter from the store to the heart of 826 Seattle where the Tang was flowing and the literate were mingling. While Sam and Jack were sampling gum drops I found myself standing beside 826 founder/ philanthropist/writer/all around bad ass Dave Eggers, who I very much admire. Sam is a little jealous, but I don't want to boink Dave, I want to be Dave. Anyhoo, We're standing/leaning there and I am searching my brain for something to say that doesn't sound like an incoherentasskissinggushoffanaticallove and I can't. My Tanged up son streaks by, I make some lame parting mumble about catching an escaping short martian that Dave chuckles at and that's it. We leave and I miss the opportunity to have some witty discourse with one of my personal heroes because I was trapped in self-doubting frazzled brain mode. My only consolation was that I didn't make an ass out of myself, but that's really no consolation at all is it? I did not embrace the situation because I was too daffy and chickenshit, and I regret it.

In honor of the temporary loss of my cajones last weekend, I am hereby declaring the rest of this weekend an exercise in extrovertiveness and a course of creative courageousness.

Congested Chickenshit out.