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Book Club

lucybookI recently had an idea for a book club where I invite a bunch of people over to eat a fancy cake that I make, and then everyone just shares what they are reading and if they recommend it or not.  I put a lot of thought into this and went so far as to subtly invite one person who said, “maybe.”    So that idea is still in the works.  I’m not sure who else to invite and it’s too hot to bake a cake right now.

I used to be in a book club, and I’m not sure what happened to it.  Either it slowly fell apart, or I stopped being invited, or I quit or had a baby or something.  I guess all book clubs memberships were set in stone in 1996 when Oprah invented book clubs though, because I’ve been on my own ever since.

So for now this is my new book club, I’ll just share what I read in the last week and/or what I am currently reading. Feel free to join me!

Read Last Week

God Help The Child by Toni Morrison: I liked it.  Let’s be honest, I am going to read Toni Morrison when she has a new book out, no questions asked.  I heard this wasn’t that good, but I have no complaints.  It was a quick read.  There was one part that seemed to get a little supernatural but it was also clearly a metaphor and it started to bug, but then I decided just to let it go and see what happened.

Dietland by Sarah Walker: This was on “eh” for me.  I liked how weird it was, and I loved the feminism, and I loved to body acceptance message  but it got to be too violent for me.  There was one part in particular that I had a big problem with and it skewed the message for me.

Currently Reading

A Feast for Crows by George R.R. Martin: So good.  I am having a problem putting the Game of Thrones books (and books in general) down and having a life.  Restarting my blog is a way to force myself to do something other than read.  First blog post: The books I am reading!  Its the last full week of summer break and I need to seize every minute for fun with the kids before school starts!  And I need to finish this 700+ page book.  It’s so good.

What are you reading this week?

 

How to Survive A “Disaster”

1.) Remain clothed.  I can’t stress this enough.  You may be soaked through every layer you have on, with 2 inches of water in your rain boots, and you might just want some dry clothes for a couple minutes before you go back to your flood duties.  The problem is, every single towel in the house is wet from those halcyon hours (minutes) when you thought you had a minor problem that could be treated with towels.  So when you change into dry clothes, those are wet immediately from your hair and skin, so you take have of them off and think, I guess I have to air dry for a couple minutes.  But people are going to come into your house to help you in any way they can, and you are going to want to be dressed from the waist down, for sure.    In later days, you may want to get back into your Tuesday routine of not getting dressed until 2:00 pm, but you will have learned your lesson early on, and you’ll put on a bra and some other clothes, and you’ll be happy to be dressed when FEMA shows up for the second inspection.

2.) Laundry.  Laundry is a tough one.  If you get a lot of towels and clothes really dirty in a short time, and at that same time your washer and dryer are pretty wet from flood water, you are going to want a plan in place for laundry.  First, say something sad on Facebook about how all your towels are soaked with flood water.  Then one of your neighbors will leave some towels on your porch.  Then when friends come by and say, “how can I help?”  send them home with a basket of nasty flood towels.  Towel laundry is easy, and getting all the wet towels out of the basement is going to help it dry out faster.  I know you are thinking, “Hey – enough about the towels.  What am I supposed to do about my underwear?”  That’s a tough one.  People are going to say, “Come to my house and do laundry.”  But the thing is… no.  You are a flood victim with too much to do.  You don’t have time to hang out at someone else’s house while your clothes wash.  Laundromat?  Double no.  On the one hand, you don’t have to pretend to be your normal fun and witty self at the laundromat, on the other hand you know that’s where everyone takes their stuff when they have lice or bed bugs.  Hard pass on the laundromat.   You have enough problems.  So what you do is, take two baskets of light weight essentials to the dry cleaner to pay by the pound to have them do your laundry.  Then buy socks and underwear at Target.  Those will come in handy when it’s Sunday and you never remembered to pick up the laundry and the dry cleaner is closed.  FEMA and the internet say to get an electrician to come out and check your washer and dryer before plugging them back in.  That is a good idea.  You could also ask a loving spouse to stand close by with a wooden bat to knock you free of the electrocution when you plug it in.   One thing though – check the dryer before you start the wash.  Or get good at googling error codes and praying to the dryer gods.

3.) HELPAccepting help: Practice this word:  Yes.  Do you need help? Yes.  Can I take your kids for 2 hours? Yes.  (Parenting tip:  When someone offers to take your kids for 2 hours,  they’ll see the situation when they come to pick them up and they’ll say, “Grab a toothbrush, kids.  How about we bring them back tomorrow.”  Can I make you dinner? Yes!  Do you need to borrow a fan? Yes.  When someone says, “What can I do?”  That’s a hard one.  Slap yourself across the face and make a list and then assign tasks.  You can do it.   Asking for help is hard too, but you can send a txt blast that says, “I have water coming in two places and I only have one shop vac.”  Someone will come by with a shop vac.  And if they don’t who cares, your basement was already ruined 3 days ago.  But someone will come over and help.  Offering to help:  Are you going to Home Depot?  Ask everyone you see as you drive down the street if they need anything.  Text your fellow flood victims and say, send me your list, I know you were just there, but you probably forgot something.  Take a break and bale water at someone else’s house.  A change of scenery is good for you.

4.) Organized Religion – You may normally not be a fan.  But if a church group walks straight into your house and offers to take your water logged couch to the curb, say “Yes, thanks!”  Thanks Mormons!  Tell everyone how awesome the Mormons are.  When a church group walks down your street and offers to each family free trash removal, say thanks to them too.  Maybe when you get your act together make a donation to one of those churches.   Thanks Cornerstone Church! You don’t have to join, but seriously, its OK to be impressed and thankful that there are really people out there caring for the downtrodden.  Don’t focus on how that’s you.

5.) Adjust your expectations.  Maybe you are sort of a Type A person who hates clutter.  Maybe you think you should just get rid of everything now that you have half the space.  But then you realize that the trash isn’t getting picked up so you won’t be getting rid of anything, you’ll just be carrying it to the front yard.  And man, does the front yard look horrid.  It might take a while, and your house is going to be cluttered.  Take up meditation.  Don’t you have a giant empty, carpetless, drywall-less room?  No, you now have a giant mediation room.  Pretend the hum of the fans is just thousands of monks breathing with you.  (This is not actually going to work for me, as the basement is the cause, not the solution to  100% (ok 65%) of my anxiety.)  Long story short, your house is going to be messy, deal with it.  Or try yelling at your family 0-10 times a day and see if they pick some stuff up.

6.) People.  Some people are going to call, some people are going to help, some people are going to do nothing.  Just complain about the people who don’t call or help to other flood victims, it will make you feel better.  You never know what those other people are going through.  Maybe they don’t read the news, maybe they just found out they have cancer, maybe they have been meaning to call but they got distracted by something shiny.  Maybe they are uncaring jerks.  You don’t know!  Just assume they don’t watch the news.  I heard the NPR pronunciation of Lyons, maybe they think the flood is happening far away from you, in France.  But when you are complaining to other flood victims make sure to only complain to people who had the same level or less flooding than you did.  If you get 20 minutes into a complaining session, and find out your partner just had a tiny spot of water in their unfinished basement that will negate the catharsis of your complaining session.   Conversely, don’t complain to someone who died (obviously) or who lost their house, or else you are the jerk.

7.) Your use of language.  When you say your state/city/house/life is in a state of disaster, and people still don’t seem to care that much, maybe it has to do with your prior use of the word “disaster.”   When you said, “It’s a disaster” do people think maybe its like waiting at the deli at King Soopers?   Do you “encounter” “disasters” on a “daily” “basis”.  (Imagine air quotes here, obviously.  I’m using them like Jack does, frequently and semi-“randomly”.)  So maybe instead of always talking hilariously about the many disasters encountered on a daily basis, reserve that word for actual disasters.  It’s ok to say it about the flood, because The President did.  But it’s not like your entire family died in a collapsed garment factory in Bangladesh.  If your basement flooded and you are a alive and you have a savings account, and FEMA already gave you money, you may just be experiencing a “disaster”.

Summary: Keep your clothes on, accept help, complain to the right people, and be thankful.

You Know You Are a Flooded Boulderite If…

You forgot to pick up your CSA

You picked up your CSA, but then just dumped the whole thing in the crisper… Including the tomatoes

You used paper plates for a couple days, and didn’t feel guilty until a week later

Some recycling got mixed in with your trash from the flood

You never got around to pickling that okra

You can’t do yoga until you sanitize your yoga mat (flood pathogens)

You still went for a run, just tried to avoid the mudslides

You judged people for going for a run, when they could have been running stuff out of your basement

You aren’t sure how to get to work now because all the bike paths are flooded

Your scientist friend stopped by to take samples

You really have the best friends and neighbors

You feel lucky to be alive

Scream and Shout and Let it All Out

When we were camping last week, a little camper was being a little too rambunctious after 10:00 pm.  We said, “Jack, quiet hours started at 10:00, you need to be quiet.”

And he said, with a frowny face, “But I want to scream, and shout, and let it all out.

That gave me a frowny face, because I knew he was referencing a song, but I had to resort to googling the lyrics to jog my memory.

Breaking news:  Sky is blue, I am old, Jack is too pop culturally aware for a 5 year old.

Hey. Cool. Easy. Sweet.

Jack and I were hiking last week and he kindly offered to tutor me in the art of coolness.

Jack:  Mama, do you want me to teach you how to be cool?  Because I am cool, and I could show you how to be cool.

Me: Is that something you can teach someone? It seems to me that you are cool or you’re not, and it’s not something that can be taught.

Jack: AAAAAHHH! Help me!  My helmet is caught in a tree branch.

Me: Stop, I’ll pull you free.

…and scene…

Why was he wearing a helmet?  No reason.

I never did get that lesson though.

Stalking Luke Wilson

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I was stalking Luke Wilson a couple weeks ago with my friend Laura. I’m a terrible stalker. You know how the bane of the 2013 existence is the inability to put your phone down and pay attention to what is actually happening in real life? Well… while we were stalking Luke Wilson, I looked around the movie set and it made me think of my friend Brian, who I love, but never see, talk to, visit, or email. In fact, I think he gave me the high hat after I did not attend his fortieth birthday. So I texted Brian to say hi and that I was thinking of him, and while we were texting, Luke Wilson walked right in front of me! So close I could have tripped him. Or poked him in the back or something. Or told him I liked his “movie.” Truthfully, I couldn’t really come up with any Luke Wilson movies except Hoot, which the kids had just watched until the DVD started skipping. I asked Siri for some help while I drove to the movie set, but she just said, “Here is a list of 25 movies that feature Luke Wilson.” But when I said ,”read them to me” she just started reading my texts. Which were from Laura, saying she had gotten Luke Wilson’s autograph while I was trying to decide if I should go stalk him or not. So, anyway, I was texting my dear friend Brian, when Luke Wilson walked within tripping distance of me, and I would never even have known if Laura hadn’t dug her nails into my arm.

I could not figure out what I would say to Luke Wilson, so I didn’t talk to him, but it was nice to stand out in the sun with Laura and txt Brian for a while.

Photo Credit: Laura

 

Stone Code Killer

One day, for 10 minutes, my job seemed dangerous, scary, and fascinating to my kids.

I was a dry, hot summer night.  The only respite from the heat was the cooler air in the basement.  Luke was lying on top of his covers reading, and Jack and I were snuggling (the kind of snuggling where you try not to touch too much, if at all), and reading a bed time story.   My phone rang, interrupting Magic by the Lake, and I answered it.

It was a co-worker in India and he said, “HI Megan.  We are working on blah blah blah customer’s ticket and you requested that the database be taken out of archive log mode, and the backups turned off.  But the backup is currently running.  Should we wait, or…”

I handled it. Then I hung up and looked at four wide eyes staring at me.  Because what the kids had heard was:

“This is Megan.  Kill it.  Just go ahead and Kill it.   Thanks, goodbye.”

I had to admit I enjoyed the stares.  I was intriguing.  Maybe dangerous.  Maybe what I do is illegal.  Maybe immoral.

Then explained was telling someone that it was OK to kill the backup.  It’s like pulling the plug out from the light instead of turning it off.  Kill the lights!  It’s like turning the wii console power off in the middle of a level instead of saving your progress, exiting the game, and then turning the power off with the remote.   Or it’s like… oh nevermind, my job is back to being boring again and I just put everyone to sleep.

It was fun while it lasted.

Baseball Mom

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In case you haven’t seen me in the last week, I should tell you that I wore the same Little League T-shirt three nights in a row to baseball games.  (I even washed it between games.)  And I painted my nails in team colors.  It’s true, I have fully embraced my role in life as a baseball mom.  It’s easy when the team colors are flattering, and the fancy nails worked for the 4th of July as well as the tournament.  And by “fully embraced” I mean, “played the part of” because when I saw a bunch of random moms who were at the tournament because… well I am not sure why they were there if their kids weren’t playing.  I guess they love baseball or something?  Well, I can’t imagine being one of those moms.    Or maybe I can, and I am still in transition.  I have the laundry down, and the snacks, and the supplies for the posse of little siblings.

But today was a sad day because the tournament ended for us yesterday.  It’s sad because now I have to wash the car, and remove my nail polish or else look like a weirdo around town.  I had planned to do that this morning, but poor Jack didn’t get to participate in painting the car, so I had to let him add some flames to a window today.  Now I am not sure when I can wash the car.  And I am pretty lazy, but I did already try removing the paint by just rolling the windows down and that didn’t work.  So I guess we’ll have to put some elbow grease into it.  This job seems like the perfect job to outsource to the children, but that may be too depressing for our young athlete.

But how about that Thunderbird?  Impressive or what?

Race Day

ImageI’ve been “kind of” saying that I “might” race for about 2 years now.  But I’m not competitive, so why race?  Or am I so competitive that I don’t want to race because I might lose? What was holding me back from racing today and for the past 2 years?  The 97 degree heat?  The arthritis I have in my hip like a decrepit old lady?  All the crazy/competitive/amazing athletes in this town?  Work?  Housework?  FOBSIL?  (Fear Of Being Seen In Lycra?  I wore my awesome Team Ten20 bibs and jersey, but I was embarrassed to be seen wearing essentially the same thing as everyone else there.  I even told one person I was wearing a skirt over my shorts before the race so people didn’t get intimidated by how fast I looked.)

I kept saying I was going to try to get in better shape before I tried to race.  Because arthritis gets better as you age, right? Next year will be the year!  I talked to my awesome trainer about it, and I was waiting for her to say maybe racing wasn’t a good idea right now. But she said, “Why not race, but just go at 50% and see how it goes?”

Clouds parted, the sun peaked out, angels played harps.  DUH!  Why not just see how it goes?  Why did I have this weird idea that I needed to get better at racing before I could even try racing?

Why not try?

So I raced today, and it was fun!  I rode fast; not as fast as I think I could ride, but much faster than I would ride on a bike ride by myself.

It was hot and dusty, but the course was fun.  I plan to race again.