Watching the Great Pendulum

Hello Cyber-Universe. Hello, Cyber-Self.

So... the last two blogs covered Death and then Birth. Wild, but natural, swings of the Great Pendulum of Life. I'm still waiting for Spring to balance itself out.

I got my fingers in the dirt last Thursday at the Shore. The Hubby and I went there because it was our 15th Anniversary (gee, it feels like only 30... har har) and we thought we would get the water turned back on, crank up the water heater, garden all day, shower, and go out to dinner. 'Didn't turn out that way. There was some issue with the pipes and I wasn't invited to crawl under the house, so I pulled the big weeds, dug out hostas (I must have missed the memo: "Digging Out Hostas Can Make You Hostile") and then I worked on my own little patch of decorative garden. It was a really nice day. But being so grubby, we really couldn't go in a restaurant. My anniversary dinner was Taco Bell. (What a mistake! I haven't eaten fast food for almost 2 years... nothing like a reminder or should I say "repeat". 'Sorry to be gross.)

I had clients the next day, met up with a friend after work, met up with another friend... all happy stuff but it made for a long day after our day of gardening. I get home. I see my husband for 5 minutes and before I know it I am throwing a shoe. (Not at him... not that he could tell because he was walking away... really, I'm not THAT bad!) He said something I didn't like and laughed at me when I got pissed. Don't feel too sorry for him; he really does know better.

Is it PMS? Am I more mad than I thought about our anniversary? Should I be taking vitamins?
Is this another hint of my inevitable "Change of Life"?

Probably. Probably. Probably and... maybe.

So I'm going to try my best to let the Pendulum come to a rest on It's own. Throwing shoes at It might feel good but it just keeps It swinging or worse, swinging crooked.

Can I get an "Ommm." out there!?!

Thanks. I needed that.

Celebrating Spring/Celebrating Cecilia

Lately, it just seems like there are babies EVERYWHERE! New editions to family, first birthdays of several cuties belonging to old friends... and I've gone ga-ga for every single one of them. I can gaze at their photos forever; those deliciously sweet cheeks for kisses. Yum. I considered calling this mood "the second biological clock" but really, same clock/different time. So I decided to check out my own babies and I pulled out the dusty photo albums from way back when I was a size 10.

I came across these shots of Cecilia, then age 2 1/2, celebrating her first "big girl" haircut. It's impossible not to smile! There's comedy, song, dance, and, in the final shot, I suspect she's using sign language. I wish my last haircut had inspired me that way.

And I suppose that's part of it all: I want to be inspired. I want to be inspired by all that is guileless and goofy, spunky and smart. I want a dress that I like to twirl around and someone I can make funny faces for. (When I do it now, it just doesn't elicit the same response from my kids. duh)

I would also find it quite helpful if Spring would finally come. I had hoped to write about a beautifully inspiring sunny day but no luck. We'll be wet and then wetter because of another N'oreaster. I know, I know... showers/flowers. In that spirit, I won't be detered from my quest for all that's new and fresh. (I feel a new dress in my future... )

I think I'll start with a talk with my "inner baby" and take it from there. Because the Reality is:

Kiss your babies for me!

Namaste, Denise