Woman, sixty, and still trying to get it right. Stumbling the path toward the Divine. Discussing things like grandparenting, Waldorf education, child development, nature, human awareness, empty-nesting, breast cancer, and knitting luscious things once in awhile.
Ikey wants to be "Marlene" for Halloween. He wonders why we giggle. Marlene is magical. Marlene can change things. Yes, Ikey, Busha will help you become Marlene. I'd do anything for you and Satchel, Fiona and Temple.
Thank goodness Marlene can be created with a simple sewing machine. No worries about insurance coverage or medical bills. No therapy. No family counseling. Oh Lord, AND no new wardrobe. Just a few stitches. On a sewing machine. Some shiny satin, a pointed hat andn some shiny moons and stars. Oh, and a magic wand. Simple Simon.
And then...dancing and joy!
And suddenly, everyone wanted to be Marlene.
But Ikey? He wanted Satchel to be Marlene with him.
Remember Heather's birthday gift?
Well, it's still not finished. I cannot get myself to sew on the leather strap. Probably because I haven't come up with a way to have the bag fasten closed that suits me. Since I created the pattern myself, there is nothing written to follow. It is all finished and felted down to size...sans strap. Here is a photo of the actual gargantuous size before felting. Yes, Ikey could wear it.
Last Saturday I enjoyed an all day outing with Ike and Fiona. We initially headed out for a kite extravaganza, but couldn't find it at Montrose Harbor. So we headed on down to the Lincoln Park Zoo. This zoo is run completely by volunteers and it is beautiful. The whole area was stunning. One thing about Chicago is its cleanliness and compimentary beauty: defined architechtural lines next to winding park paths; glistening placid lakes reflecting high rise offices and apartments ("Ike calls them "skysweepers").
We spent a good amount of time hanging out with the primates. Ike absolutely thought they were the most hilarious creatures he has ever seen. they were putting on quite a show. The primate area felt comfortably large compared to most zoo living.
(Zoos are clearly controversial, I know. I also know that if there was an item on the ballot where I could vote to ban all zoos, I would vote yes. BUT (that verbal erasure) zoos do exist and if I am completely honest I have to say I love to visit them. I know, throw tomatoes at me. I am ashamed of myself. I just can't help that I love them. Maybe it's that melancholy of being trapped that we all experience at times. Empathy. I don't know....)
There was music, and Ike marveled at the speed with which his fingers moved. I did too (on the inside).
At the end of the day we took a leisurely walk home. Ike played on this warm, copper cat for awhile
And with some puppies we saw
We had ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles. I had vanilla, Ike had chocolate. (Sorry this photo is blurry, but Ikey was doing that sugar-dance that children do!)
Oh! And we happened upon the filming of an episode of ER, with Angela Bassett guest starring!
I was excited and a total Looky Lou. Ike cared more about his stick and his rhino and gazelle figures.
On the way home I made a mental note to come back and check out this pizza place. oh the aroma, and it had quite a waiting crowd. Good indications of a great meal? Anyone know this place on North?
The day was warm and beautiful. The road home, inviting, but as the sun went behind it got chilly. Ike was the gallant big brother who covered his baby sister with his sweatshirt then tucked himself in. We didn't expect to be out until the sun went down.
Luckily, when we got to their house, mama had a warm bath ready and poppi had made a delicious pot of chicken vegetable soup.
Which is Mommy without m's, but I REALLY mean OY! Son Zak called me today to point out that mom would not be om. O. Duh. And I was feeling oh-so-clever. Oh well, thanks for your polite acceptance of my dumb error.
My "m" key was out all last night, and now it's here again. Craziness going on in the cosmos or what? A world without "M" is an interesting one for me. There would be no "arianne" but "Mom" would become "om" which is a nice thought. All of my children would be the same, except for "Caille" which is pretty normal in itself. I would still know all of my grandchildren the same (Satchel, Ike, and Fiona) with the exception of "Teple", whom sadly I know the least. (Our time will come, sweet baby. There's no "not knowing" Busha allowed.) In fact, I think my next stop on the Internet train this morning is Jet Blue to check out flights. Oh how I miss my "Canadian" family.
After a cold day yesterday, where even I wore a neck scarf, the sun is shining brightly this morning with highs expected to be around 70. We are SO going out walkinmg (ha! How'd that extra "m" get in there? Purely accidental, I swear.)
Have a wonderful day, a full wonderful day because "Thursday" does not possess one damn "M".
I'm getting ready to knit Jahan a winter sweater. He's so tiny it should take me all of an evening (or two) in worsted weight yarn. I like these rich, autumn colors for him. Mama loves blue. What do you think?