I find myself not sure where to start today. I've been writing on a less regular basis & for that I apologize. Not only to you Dear Readers but to my soul, jotting these vaguely coherent thoughts down is quite therapeutic for me & hopefully entertaining for you.
I exchanged physical addresses with my Russian friend who resides in Kazakhstan & I am sending an American care package to him, his sister & her 15 yr old daughter. The requests were simple & it was fun shopping. A pair of sunglasses, a purse, a cowboy hat, a teddy bear, little things. I threw in a USA baby outfit for the teddy bear to wear, some USA stickers & 2 t-shirts saying "American" on them. That & I had to send my favorite type of jam, a jam I've only heard of & found in Oregon, made of Marion berries. It is delish! In exchange I am learning some Russian recipes, some of the language & receiving some popular Russian music, but most of all, a terrific friendship.
My 3 year old son was so excited to tell me about going to the hardware store with Daddy & getting a gumball. I, wanting to encourage more free flowing conversation with him asked, "Oh, what color was your gumball?" This seemed innocent enough at the time. Unfortunately it was a gigantically, gross, can of worms I had opened up! He raced to the bathroom, yes, I said bathroom, I heard him climbing a bit (there is no medicine cabinet) & a bit of banging around. He then emerged from - the bathroom (!) - with gum which had been chewed & put it in his mouth for further chewing before my dropped-to-the-floor-jaw could assume speaking position again & proclaim resoundingly "No, don't do that, yucky, gross germs!!!" Oh, why wasn't I quicker?!! It was too late, it had re-entered his mouth from it's hiding place in the bathroom. I really DON'T want to know where, I am trying to block it out of my mind!! Trying, still trying. The only comfort I can give myself over this grotesque event is hope that we are building his immune system to rival that of some genetically enhanced engineered creature of the future. Please, say this is the case!!! Yuck.
We've decided that my little Senegal parrot is slightly, well, I don't know the politically correct term so I'll just throw it out there - retarded! He gets a bit over-excited or something at times & seems to fall off his toy or perch onto the floor of his cage. He then squawks a lot throughout this whole weird process & flaps around like he is trying to spin on his back like a disco dancer or rapper or something - but there's no music. Maybe he has epilepsy? I don't know. But, once I open his cage & take him out he is fine. It is like a temper tantrum to get me to let him out. I don't know if I'll ever figure it out, but my husband lovingly reassures me that this bird & I are a match made in heaven! I've learned not to feed him a grape or apple slice when he is perched on me because he flings it around & drops it. With the grape, he punctured it then shook his head squirting juice all over my face. Can you feel the love? I felt so much love I had to wipe it off with a washcloth! Ugh. I'm pretty sure at this point that our pets own us & we are theirs not vice-verse.
School is almost out. Swim lessons are attempting to be scheduled, library story hour trips are planned, lots of remodeling & yard work too. Trips to the park, scraped knees, bug bites, not wanting to fall asleep because it stays light so long, so much to look forward to. I must be crazy because I actually am looking forward to most of it. My 6 yr old picked out the "Madagascar" movie to watch, how appropriate is that? I think I am the zebra in reverse venturing to my homeland to find people because I live with so many animals. Animals & small children, you always know where you stand with them. Maybe that is what I like. There is no gossiping, no hidden agendas, no back stabbing to climb the corporate ladder or anything else. They are who they appear to be - genuine. That can be a rare quality to find in an adult sadly.
Well, the repair man has fixed our dishwasher. I'm not sure if Hallmark folks will make this a holiday but I am celebrating here at my house none the less!
Be blessed with genuine people in your lives Dear Readers, & just in general as well.
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