Dance party

We’d finished a spiritual dinner of razor clams – the music was on and the dancing began. Every time we’d do a spin the boys would try to jet through in their overly burdened cozy coop. It was a beautiful evening. Everyone was happy and soon the adult dancing turned into a crazy dance party lead by the kids. Racing the cozy coop around the deck became the thing to do during the dance interludes.

How to Use a toilet

Everyday we walk past the boy’s bathroom and recoil from either the sight the smells, or both. We clean it everyday and within 12 hours it returns to the state of a campground pit toilet after a long summer weekend. It’s horrific and today I decided something must be done.

I announced that everyone using the bathroom would have to watch a mandatory educational video on proper toilet use – once the mandatory video had been watched a short knowledge test will be administered. I’m also implementing a new multi-step bathroom policy: 1) Everyone must sign up to use the bathroom. 2) Before anyone uses the bathroom it would be inspected, and 3) a deposit will be required. 4) Once an admin conducts an after-action inspection of the bathroom, the deposit will be released.

I think this is all reasonable and straightforward. I’m starting to film the video now….here is my initial clip.

Mothers day at the Thyme Garden

Despite the 12.97 year-old being deep down the teen funk well we headed out to the Thyme Garden in Alsea for an early Mother’s Day celebration. It was a gorgeous day! Kaety picked out plants for tomorrow’s gardening extravaganza. We’ve been there many times and have never spotted the moss covered truck in the woods. Noble found all the stinging nettles that were growing nearby while I photographed the truck.

A well-fed snail

Kaety found a snail in her weeding frenzy. We were all outside working in the yard to celebrate mothers day. Some serious yard kicking butt was planned but she paused to place the snail on the fence rail for the boys to examine. They were totally fascinated and a bit intimidated as the antenna came out and the snail started moving. “Go get some lettuce out of the fridge and let’s feed it” she suggested. They were all over it. Both boxes of ‘premium spring organic salad mix’ were ripped open and big handfuls of salad mix were piled in front of the completely terrified snail.

The snail ate, and to the great appreciation of the audience, the snail pooped.

I watched my beautiful amazing wife spend time shepherding the boys, and the snail, and thought about what kind of parent I’ve been able to be with her. She and I talk about this – the love and regard we have for each other contributes directly into our ability to be better parents.

The snail was reallocated to a flower bed to wreak future havoc on our plants – set up with a giant pile of organic greens to ensure its survival.

Later in the evening after a dinner of ‘summer’ we made a fire and sat in the backyard in the slowly cooling evening drinking wine and watching the kids run around the yard gathering sticks to throw in the fire. I felt Kaety grab my hand and slip over to sit in my lap. She looked into my eyes – a look that stoped time. She smiled at me and said, “This is a good life”

“Yes darling it is…”

Happy Mother’s Day!

 

 

Motorcycle Riding with Miles

Riding up the trail behind Miles…well, I should say behind Miles’ dust, I found myself thinking about all the bikes, all the trail side tears, and all the glorious accomplishments we’ve shared. He’s become a phenomenal rider.

He recently purchased a 300 GasGas which is a bike with a lot of capacity. When he rides through the staging areas he turns all heads. For off-road riders the GasGas is not just the prettiest princess at the ball but is like the prettiest princess carrying an even prettier princess on her head. He was the center of attention at every stop.

It was nice to see all the social connections he’s made. He knew the majority of the people in both staging areas and stopped to talk to all them. I had to smile when I saw this – as a kid it used to bug him that I’d talk to everyone along the way when we were riding. He’d say, “It’s weird and annoying and you don’t even know them!”. I see he’s figured out 🙂

We had a great day! It felt good to be back on the bikes and in the woods.

 

Pyrosomes….

We had a sitter with the kids last night while we were at Community Days. I got a text from her dad this morning wondering if we had found her orthodontic retainers somewhere in the house. I looked all over and couldn’t find anything. I was only assuming I knew what I was looking for. He narrowed my search by texting, “They look like pyrosomes”.

I thinks it’s awesome to be part of a community that uses drifting colonial tunicates as a reference.

I looked again and couldn’t find them. It’s hard to miss a pyrosome laying around the house.

I gave up and started doing dishes. I heard the boys playing ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ in the living room. The team of adventures had discovered two sad worms…

I went in and took a look at the sad worms.

Retainers found!

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Crying in Cars

I caught a glimpse of her head-on for just a moment before her car moved on and out of sight in the opposite flow of traffic. She was crying in open mouth agony. My heart followed her even after I lost sight of her Jeep Cherokee in my side-view mirror.

My light changed and I drove on wondering what she was crying about. As I wandered around with all my thoughts about her I realized that people spend a lot of time crying in cars…and how interesting that is. We perceive our cars as safe, private places, that are ironically in full view of everyone driving around us.

As I drove I spent some time wondering what she was crying about, then came to the simple conclusion that she was crying what we all cry about – Hurt and loss. Was it sadder that she was crying alone in her car while she drove? No – hurt and loss are part of our everyday lives. That we cry keeps us healthy. Sometimes we need to cry alone and sometimes we need to cry in the arms of others. Maybe the public/private space of a car is a hybrid of the two. I wasn’t able to reach out and comfort the driving woman with my arms, but my heart followed her and spent a little time sharing her pain.