Just Because it was Unconscionably Rude To Just Leave Like That…

I mean, really.  I was raised better than that, truly I was.

 

Somehow, somewhere, I lost the desire to write here.  No explanations, no excuses…and who really cares, after all…but there it is.

 

Life at Gelati Farms is rolling along as it always does.  Everybody is a bit different now…taller, tanner, itchier (it is mosquito and black fly season here…which is the season that comes between winter and, well, winter…) and busier.  My schedule at work is like Fort Knox and Hotel California in reverse…there is just no getting in.  Even my Friday morning appointments which are usually the last to fill are filled until August some time.  This is nice for the pocketbook, of course, and makes me feel pretty good about myself professionally, but it is hell on the camping plans.  And the garden plans, and the sitting and sweating in the backyard plans, and the iced tea on the patio plans, but there it is.  One must be a grown-up sometime, I suppose.

 

The girls are so excited to be together all day, every day…minute by minute, second by second, millisecond by millisecond…Oh My God…when does school start again?!  Yesterday, while I was setting up the bike trailer to take a ride to the park, Soph and Calla were having a knock-down-kicking-screeching-scratching-spitting fight about something.  At first I was too absorbed in my own version of the same type of fight with my bike trailer and missed what all the noise was about.  Once Soph grabbed on to Calla’s hair and swung like a chimp for all she was worth…well, there was no ignoring that racket.  When I poked my nose in to the fight, finally, I discovered that it was over imaginary lipstick.  Imaginary lipstick that Calla was hoarding in her imaginary purse that was tucked away in her Princess bicycle basket.  Calla was not sharing her imaginary lipstick and…even more heinous…was keeping Soph’s imaginary lipstick from Soph. 

 

Generally speaking, I have a fuse that goes from decently-long (good days) to so-short-as -to-be-inconsequential (most days) and today, my fuse had been reduced to cinders during my struggles with the bike trailer.  Had you been anywhere near our block, you would have heard me screeching right along with the girls…"Soph, for the love of GOD…can’t you just imagine yourself some of your own lipstick?  Imagine yourself 15 tubes of imaginary lipstick…IT’S JUST PRETEND LIPSTICK!!  And Calla…stealing all the pretend lipstick for yourself is not really a very kind thing to do.  How would you like it if Soph did that to you?!"

 

It was a moment.

 

Right now, at this very moment, Soph is talking to her wall (have taken away all her Webkinz so that she has nothing to keep her awake when she should be sleeping…but we just don’t know what to do about the fact that her wall is just as much fun as her toys…) instead of sleeping and I have a sink full of dishes that need doing.  As I live in a one hundred year old house, any insulation is negligible and I refuse to install air-conditioning.  This means that I am hot and sweaty and not anxious to spend 25 minutes with my hands in hot soapy water.  Calla is snoozing away and Dean has taken  a 45 minute drive (one way) to pick up Calla’s bike that I forgot at a friend’s house today.  Anybody who still comes by to read will recognize this as situation normal for Gelati Farms.  Should this be my last post here (indecisive as usual), just trust that life will be rolling along in just this way here…as it always has.

 

Should I decide to continue writing, here or elsewhere, I will post that here.  Anybody who is interested is welcome to come and visit.

 

In the meantime, much joy and laughter and the odd bit of challenge is wished your way…

 

Alison