Tomorrow, the Band family rises at dawn and heads to New Jersey – I know, it’s always the glamorous locations.
What compels us to wedge ourselves into a car and be subjected to the bickering of teenage children in the backseat for five hours?
The Drew University Equestrian Team
My son went off to college and, rebel that he is, joined the Equestrian Team. That means on weekends, when he should be drinking beer and sleeping late, he is rising at dawn, dressing in jodhpurs and riding a horse around in a ring. Maybe we should be worried.
Before this, other than merry-go-rounds and a very tame trail ride in Yosemite Park when he was twelve, I don’t think he had ever been on a horse or even shown any interest in horses.
I guess that’s what college is for.
It is Good Friday. It is a religious holiday and there is no school. That makes it a-not-so-good Friday at my house. Lewis has just come home from tennis practice with other boys and they are running around hiding each other’s rackets and making a racket. The house is shaking.
No kidding – our house is over 100 years old, generations of children have grown up under this roof and my family will be the one who brings it down.
I suggested a snack as way to distract the boys from their incredibly loud and possibly structurally damaging games.
Remove Peeps from package, place on plate, microwave until you get scared.
The town I where I live has 42,389 residents. It is not a small town. Yet, it often seems like a tiny village – in good ways ( like how I always run into someone I know at the grocery store) and in bad ways (like how I always run into someone I know at the grocery store).
Today, I was at the Town Hall.
I went to the Town Hall because I am running for re-election as a Town Meeting member and I had received a letter that to report to Town Hall at 5:30pm because they would be determining the order of names on the ballot. So I went. Nobody was there except the Town Clerk, the old guy who bags groceries at the supermarket… and me.
Turns out the official government procedure is: The clerk writes down the names of all the candidates on little slips of paper and puts them into a shoe box. Then, she shakes the box and the old guy who bags groceries at the market pulls the names out one by one.
My son Lewis went to the movies today with “people.” Being a savvy mom, I know that “people” is a code word for a group that includes at least one girl.
While you have been busy memorizing the Red Sox line up and perfecting your hand/eye coordination on the Xbox;
the girls, have spent their entire lives focusing on the nuances of inter-personal relationships
and how to make their hair smell like strawberries.