as shelley observed in her comment on a recent post, my brain does seem to run at hyper speed. however, the fingers on the keyboard often do not keep up. 🙂
so… today, High Tea with The Ladies Who Lunch. (that, btw, is a gentle gest, mostly at my own expense, as i’ve become one of those suburban soccer moms who wears velvet sweatpants when she dresses up, and only drinks Chardonnay, with ice cubes. how the freak did that happen… oh. right. i’m a mom, who lives in a suburb. and red wine gives me migraines. /segue off) i’m not sure if this our third or fourth annual; in any event, it was lovely, despite the traffic that sucked big green donkey balls on Storrow on my way to meet up with them. they were very lovely and patient about my lateness, and it was wonderful to hang out with all of them.
recent throw down with the Ex Wife, and i don’t even want to get into it, other than the observation that i often feel like i have more than one kid to raise.
on that note: being an active parent for MedSm has been fascinating recently. well, he’s always fascinating, and i love being one of his parents. but, about the moment – he’s on the brink of being An Independent Being. yes, he’s always been independent, but this is about a bit more: he’s working on defining who he is as his own person, and hitting a point where he’s starting to make sense of bigger ideas. watching and participating in that mental shift… wow. just, wow, and damn, and how very cool.
MedSm has asked me how come i let him do things now that i wouldn’t let him do last year, like watch certain movies. (remind me to come back to movies in another post.) and i’ve told him: you see the world differently now. you *get* more of it. obviously, i used different words, but i think he appreciated being acknowledged, as a person, and as someone who is growing and changing.
on the other hand, he’s made several comments lately that make me feel my age. and yes, that is all about me, thankyouverymuch. one of the most striking: as keen as MedSm is on Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Danny Kaye, and Errol Flynn, he has very little idea who the Muppets are. and i think, how can you not know who the Muppets are? to wit, the ManahManah song. did we not all grow up with that? and didn’t we all sit down with our parents to watch the Muppet Show? and then it hits. *boof* (this is the first time i’ve really appreciated generational differences.)
in order to rectify that oversight in his education, i’ve rented a lot of the Muppet Shows for Family Movie Night. and MedSm has loved them.
man, i miss Jim Henson. also, Mister Looper. 15 points to the first person who explains that reference!
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