I have had an epiphany. Fairy tales aren't things that happen to other people; they happen to us when we least expect it, sneaking up and claiming us piece by piece until one day we turn around and realize .. I am the Soap Fairy!
I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I suspect it happened when I negotiated with my husband waaaaay back at the beginning of our relationship over who would do which household chores. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would not be leaning over a toilet, scrub brush in hand, laboring to make that ceramic sparkle. So I conceded that point, and instead got his firm commitment to forever keep filled the salt and pepper shakers, a task I disliked intensely when we still used ground pepper. Its a lot easier now with peppercorns and much less sneeze inducing.
It falls within my purview to ensure that the contents of the pretty clear bottles aside the sinks of the Neuman house are filled with soapy goodness, ready at the whim of the occupants. It's a mission I take on in the hopes of transforming the hand-washing and showering experience into a little piece of magic in the day.
To do this, I spend quite a bit of time opening bottles of soap in the grocery store and giving them a whiff. Is this something we'd both like to smell? Is "mountain meadow" manly enough for my man? He doesn't get all bent out of shape over what is or is not masculine, so I find the bottle of rosewater soap beside my sink disappears just as fast as if it were avocado bamboo or whatever took my fancy as I stood in the store and let the smells transport me away .. kinda.
So today .. I am the soap fairy and he is master of the peppermill. We're both good with that sort of mundane magic.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Buddies
Paula was out for a visit last weekend and I must say that she is truly one of the most delightful visitors. Easygoing, relaxed, up for anything (or nothing), everywhere she walks trails a waft of natural hominess and, if you'll forgive me borrowing a Stephen Colbert phrase .. truthiness. Unafraid of looking things in the eye and then snickering about it and sharing the laugh with you ... that's my friend Paula.
I didn't take pictures while she was here, but I probably should have done so. Paula .. we always have a room for you.
Mel and Sandy called to sing Bruce another fine rendition of Happy Birthday gone horribly astray. I'm afraid its a tradition that we like to reciprocate. Mel and Sandy just came back from their vacation and shared some pictures with me that I in turn can share with you. :)
I didn't take pictures while she was here, but I probably should have done so. Paula .. we always have a room for you.
Mel and Sandy called to sing Bruce another fine rendition of Happy Birthday gone horribly astray. I'm afraid its a tradition that we like to reciprocate. Mel and Sandy just came back from their vacation and shared some pictures with me that I in turn can share with you. :)
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| Cozumel |
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| Dunn's Falls, Jamaica |
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| Grand Cayman That's a stingray that they're fondling. Look at Mel's grin. You can tell it's a fondle. |
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Renegade
As a preface to this post .. this song has been rolling around in my head for two days now .. and we all know there's only one way to excise something like that. So you know what to do when you find yourself pottering in your kitchen or garage or driving somewhere singing "the jig is up, the news is out, they've finally found me" ... share it with someone else!
Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man
Oh Mama, I've been years on the lam and had a high price on my head
Lawman said 'Get him dead or alive' and it's for sure he'll see me dead
Dear Mama I can hear you cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judge'll have revenge today
On the wanted man
Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
The jig is up, the news is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today
Of the wanted man
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