One
My dad was here this weekend. We took him down the street to one of our favorite parks that has a boardwalk running alongside a river. It’s always pretty but around dusk I’m drawn to this spot. The longer you stand there and wait the more colorful the sky becomes and the trees reflection dance on the pink and orange water. It’s kinda magical. On this night it was even more magical because it was just me. Everyone else had stayed at the playground while I walked down to the water. I could stand there with my thoughts and take as many pictures as I wanted without Mr. Byrd giving the look that says, “you have a picture taking problem – put down the camera and walk away”. I was in heaven. It wasn’t as hot as it had been lately, the quiet was beyond needed and the view couldn’t be beat. That’s when I noticed a rustling in the murky water and realized there was actually a man standing under the dock, one hand down in the water digging around. He saw me as I shamefully lowered my phone from taking the 100th picture and we both turned red at the same time. I tried to get words out to ask what he was doing but I just couldn’t. Finally he managed to get the words out to tell me that he had dropped his keys and was looking for them. I might never look at the sunset there again in the same way. I know that next time I’ll definitely keep a closer eye on the water underneath me rather than the sky up ahead of me. No matter how bad your Monday is, at least you won’t be under a dock in chest high water digging in the mud for your keys.
Two
It was one of those days. You know the days I’m talking about. When there is literally nothing in the kitchen to eat but you don’t want to go to the grocery store because then you might actually have to put on makeup or a bra? Yes. It was one of those. So in my desperation I found tomato paste, cheese, pepperoni and bread. Being the master chef that I am, I decided to throw it all on a piece of toast and all it lunch. I am not joking at all when I say that the kids were in awe. Obviously they didn’t realize what a culinary genius their mother truly is. I burn bacon and dishtowels on a habitual basis but they never go hungry. First they asked me to take a picture and Instagram it, so I did. Then my youngest asked me if I found the recipe online. So of course I told her that I didn’t need a recipe, it was just pure skill. And you know what? She believed me. My poor kids. Someone call Wolfgang Puck and tell him my kids think spaghettios are classy.




