Thursday, August 7, 2014

Ten Years

On this day ten years ago, I awoke in a downtown hotel room. My mother and sisters and soon-to-be-sister-in-law were with me, but I still managed to miss Brett, though we'd been apart for only one evening. I was nervous, jittery, peeking through the curtains at the cloudy sky and hoping it would not rain on our outdoor wedding.

The four of us, my sisters and I, left the hotel to wander the crest of the hill where the wedding would be. It was early, and quiet. I remember eating oatmeal, scooping it out of a paper cup very slowly, because it tasted that morning like warm glue. We roamed the hilltop in search of nail polish; I got my hair done. I probably drank some tea. And so the hours passed, skies growing bluer and bluer, as we readied for the day ahead.

The wedding began in the afternoon, in a tiny public garden nestled between grand mansions, adjacent to cobblestone streets and a sea wall with a marvelous view of the sound. Everything was bright and beautiful, flowers and green, not a trace of gray anywhere. And then the best part: seeing Brett again. My handsome groom, obviously as fluttery-feeling as I was, but happy. So, so, happy, the way he is. The way I am, with him.


We had been together for five years before that day. Which means that a large proportion of my life has been spent with him. And I am thankful everyday that he is here, thankful that we share the same vision of how to live, that we are still--and will always be--evolving together. That our personalities balance, that I can always rely on his easygoing optimism to counter my anxious tendencies. That we bring out the best in each other, always.

So on this day, we celebrate ten years of marriage. The skies are blue. And if it rains, we'll just huddle under an umbrella, together.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Catching Up

This morning the rain has come. It is dark, dreary. A good day for books and tea--and blogging! Since it's been a while, let's catch up, shall we?

Back in January, it snowed. We built a snowman.


We have done much exploring.

 Visiting a Chinese Garden

 Hiking by the river

 Floating in the river on a hot summer day

 Wading in shallow streams

In February, C turned six. A few months later, D turned four. In June, C celebrated the end of her homeschool kindergarten year with a big recital for her ballet/tap class. I thought she might be nervous for the performance, timid onstage, but she was neither. Instead, she relished it; her dance moves were extremely animated, and she adored the applause. Afterward, she told me, "I watched my tap shoes get dimmer and dimmer [as the lights went down], and the audience was so loud, cheering for us."

We presented her with a bouquet of flowers after the performance. She said that was her very favorite part.

D, meanwhile, finished up his first year at our beloved co-op preschool. He watched in envy as the older children were given felt crowns and wooden swords upon graduating, already anticipating the day next spring when he will receive his.

In just over a month, C will head into first grade at our neighborhood school, and D will return to preschool. This will mark a huge change in our days. While I'm looking forward to having more time to work on the book, I know I'll miss having the kids around as much as we do now.

But, right now, summer is in full swing, despite the rain. And, for the next few weeks, we have all the time in the world to just enjoy it.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Returning

Hello there!

As mentioned in my last post, I've been keeping my head down these past months. Writing a couple hours every single morning, chipping away at a novel that seemed like it would never be done.

Until it was.

The day before D's fourth birthday in early June, I worked on the final scene late into the night. At 2:30am, I wrote the last words. And then I slept.

It's a strange thing, finishing such an all-consuming project. On the one hand, it feels amazing to have created something out of thin air, to have taken my clumsy first draft and turned it into a story I'm proud of. But on the other, it feels weird, to have so much brain space suddenly free. No more plot knots to ponder on my walk to work, no more not-quite-right sentences to stew on. At least, not until I get the next round of feedback from my beta readers.

Once I complete my final edits, it's time for the next step: pursuing publication. To be honest, I'm nervous about what lies ahead, about nudging this little fledgling out into the world, and seeing what becomes of it. I hope, hope, hope that someone out there loves it and understands it and wants to help it become the best it can be.

But even if it never sees the light of day, writing this novel has changed me. For better or for worse, I uncovered a need to write, a hunger for it. Now, everything I see and hear and read and watch and live becomes potential inspiration for future stories. And that knowledge compels me to look more closely, pay attention more deeply--when I'm not lost in my own thoughts, that is.

During my absence from this space, I did manage to get out of my head enough to enjoy visiting wonderful places like these, all in the name of book research:


 


 

And now, the book is done. (Or at least done-ish.) I have returned, emerging bleary-eyed from my writing cave to find that it is summer. There are parks to explore, creeks to splash in, blueberries to pick. There are sunny mornings and bright-blue hydrangeas and tiny fruits growing on the grapevine we planted years ago. It's a good time to take a little break, to rejuvenate after two years of hard work on this project.

Because, soon, it will be time to start on the next one.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

New Year's Eve Countdown

Farewell, 2013! The year for us included:

5 animal sightings

Our cat, Maui

 Boone-dog in the grass
 
  Luckily, this half-human, half-giant-salmon creature does not really exist


A goat! In a cape! 

 
Lady Bonita, who hung out in our neighborhood this fall while her owner (a quirky stonemason/superhero) worked on a house on our street
  
4 (hundred) cups of tea, approximately

And that's just my own tea consumption. 
If you figure in Brett's, this number would be much, MUCH higher. 

3 memorable vacations

Port Angeles in May

Olympia in June

Tahoe in August


2 magical birthdays

C turned five.

 D turned three.

And....

1 missing tooth!




Happy New Year, everyone!

I'll be taking a little break from blogging in the first part of 2014. I need to funnel all my writing time into finishing the novel I've been working on for the past year and a half, so that I can complete it by my self-imposed deadline of July 15. Wish me luck!

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Wheelbarrow of Treasures

This afternoon, C&D hunted for treasure while I raked the front yard. As I piled up leaves, I noticed that C had curated her findings rather artfully in their child-sized wheelbarrow.


Each of these items has a story behind it. Let's examine the collection more closely, shall we? 

  • Item 1: A rose picked from our garden (our rose bush, astoundingly, is in bloom despite the recent hard frosts). D told me that he wanted to give it to his preschool teacher... but it ended up part of the treasure collection instead.
  • Item 2: A tiny basket that I bought once at a craft store, because, apparently, I have a weakness for tiny baskets (and tiny shoes, but that's another story).
  • Item 3: A glow-in-the-dark butterfly that grows larger when it soaks in water. This was a trick-or-treat prize from the preschool's Halloween party. When D heard about its powers to expand, he asked me, "How big does it get? As big as a person?" Luckily for us, it did not grow to human size. 
  • Item 4: A lovely handmade hair clip, given to C by one of her aunties.
  • Items 5 and 7: The golden walnuts C found in her slippers on St. Nicholas day during the two years she was at preschool. 
  • Item 6: Bubbles, probably from a long-ago birthday party (there is very little "bubble juice" left in the container).
  • Item 8: A flower button, which escaped from a blanket C's auntie made but was rediscovered as a treasure due to its pretty pinkness.
  • Item 9: A pink bracelet from a birthday party C&D attended a few weekends ago. It was found during the course of a treasure hunt, so its inclusion here is self-evident.
  • Item 10: A fossilized piece of chalk, left outdoors to soak up water and mud, but happily rediscovered.
  • Item 11: A pinecone. We have a fairly extensive indoor pinecone collection, but judging by this one's dampness, it must have been a fresh outdoor acquisition.
  • Item 12: A leaf "shaped like a tulip" (according to C).
  • Item 13: A rock "shaped like an egg" (also according to C).
  • Item 14: A bubble wand (along with its blue canister, below the rose). This bubble contraption was a gift from the Easter bunny, which I had forgotten, until C reminded D of this important fact.
  • Item 15: A beautiful "sapphire" ring, also procured at the preschool Halloween event.
  • Item 16: A prism that once hung in our window, until its string broke. I'm not sure exactly where the children found it, but it is undoubtedly treasure-like.
  • Item 17: A necklace given to us by our neighbor. (He likes to occasionally bestow upon us random kid-friendly items that he receives from his donations to charity. It's very sweet).
  • Item 18: It may not look like much, but this half-popsicle stick is actually my favorite item in the collection. C's best friend gave this to her after one of their last playdates before she moved to Europe. It just makes my heart melt to know how precious this small thing is to C, not so much because of what it is, but what it represents: the memory of that wonderful afternoon spent playing with her dear friend.
  • Item 19: A key. I don't really know where it came from, but keys are always fun, especially when you're slightly obsessed with The Secret Garden.
  • Item 20: This is a drawer pull that C excavated it from a friend's backyard over the summer. This angle doesn't do it justice; it's really quite pretty, and makes a fabulous table for fairies.

So, there you have it: a wheelbarrow full of treasures, and stories, and memories. A beautiful collection.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Words of the Week, Volume 2

Last week, I posted some quotables from C. Today, it's D's turn!

Here he is, listening to his favorite song ("Maria," from The Sound of Music) with his "pastry lab" goggles on:
(Those are my old chemistry lab goggles. We eventually stopped correcting him, because "pastry lab" sounds so much nicer, don't you think? Mmm. Pastry lab. I want to go to there.)

Some recent quotes from our lovable little scamp:

"Daddy... I put peppa in yo eyes and yo nose and yo face and yo hair!"
(Said at the lunch table while holding up the pepper grinder.)

"The moon is ridiculous."
(Don't worry, he doesn't really mean that.)

"Scary-Looking Face is a boy."
(This is what he named his Halloween pumpkin. For the record, C named hers "Sweetie Pie," and it is a girl.)

"How do you say 'Toot McAllister' in French?"
(Hmm. "Le Toot McAllister"? With an exaggerated French accent?)

And, finally, a joke:

Q: Why did the ladder fly over the land?
A: Because it was looking for a beach to lay on! 

Friday, October 18, 2013

Words of the Week, Volume 1

This week, I've been listening to the often-whimsical, occasionally nonsensical statements my daughter makes. Here are a few of the many gems.... 




"Look at me! I'm like a little bishop!" 
(Said while moving diagonally across the parquet floors. Brett has been teaching her chess--she seems to enjoy the game, mostly because of its long list of rules. She likes rules.)


"Seven-year-olds get iPhones." 
(Oh? This was news to me.)

"If spiders ate flowers, they'd have to be, like, a tarantula eating a forget-me-not." 
(Hmm, I suppose that size differential is just about right.)

And, finally....

"Only [the] French can see invisible things." 
(???)


Stay tuned next week for some wise words from my son, who also has his fair share of bon mots.