Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things about Organic Mama’s Life:

1. I saw, kissed, squished and cuddled my daughters! We picked them up at camp (2 hours out of Ottawa) and then spent three nights in a lovely (gougingly expensive) hotel right downtown before we dropped them off for the bus back to camp on Wednesday morning. We visited the Renoir landscape exhibit at the National Gallery, walked all over what is known as the Glebe, and saw friends and family. Brief, but wonderful to be Mom again.

2. Boo spent 45 minutes in the shower the evening of her first night at the hotel and Monkey took a bath and THEN showered. I cast no aspersions on the bathing etiquetteof camp life.

3. Did you know it is possible to tantrum in one’s sleep? Boo, burdened with a nasty bitchcold, stomped and thrashed in her sleep, apparently attempting to establish an airway.

4. A setting of about 14 degrees Celsius is PERFECT sleeping temperature.

5. Double beds are too small to entirely avoid smashing one’s spouse in one’s sleep. Also? Difficult to sleep THROUGH smashing one’s spouse.

6. Monkey, as an O blood type, craves meat (and lamb specifically); a Lebanese restaurant and an Italian restaurant provided phenomenal and very well received fare. Camp only provides chicken and turkey to the girls as we won’t let our daughters eat non-organic beef.

7. Apparently, I sound like a Canadian; NOT really a shocker, particularly as I just returned from my native land having immersed myself in my old accent. I really couldn’t help it, much to the dismay of Boo, who begged me to, “stop it!”

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8. Coming back into the USA yesterday, Bob and I experienced the shortest, most abrupt border-crossing dismissal of our lives. Normally, we get a few questions, SOME human interaction. Picture this: we pulled up to the window, deposited our passports into the waiting hands of the officer who silently scanned and returned our documents. The officer then waved his hand in dismissal and told us to, “Go.” I wasn’t exactly expecting a hug and a “welcome back,” but that was ridiculous.

9. The 24rth of July was 15 years of togetherness for Bob and me. We started dating the night of the closing ceremonies of the Lillehammer summer Olympics. While we snuggled on the couch in the living room, the prerecorded sounds of Freddie Mercury’s voice (he had died the previous November) resounded through the room; I have a fond association between a Queen serenade and the beginning of my relationship. I try to ignore the bit about the serenader being dead.

10. The whole deer problem continues: the deer keep coming but the noxious deer-repellent spray IS working, so my plants are starting to recover; however, my dogs, just a few generations from wild, seem unclear on the whole predator prey concept. I mean, is it too much to expect for my dogs to chase those fuckers OFF my property? Tonight, I led those the dogs in a hyper rush out the door and toward the munching deer. Unfortunately, my dogs stopped running when I did and then began to chase each other! Who scared off the deer? ME.  We’re now looking into electrified fences.

11. My car STILL whines in a horrible high pitched shriek. I am taking the large dental drill to the dealership AGAIN this week and I will sit there until the noise is gone. Folks, you know the camel and his wonky back? This camel is DEAD.

12. The blueberry bushes on my property are a bitter disappointment this year. Maybe it was the lack of rain in the early summer, the cold temperatures at night or the presence of I don’t know, Jupiter in Sagittarius, but we hardly have any berries this year. Bah.

13. A dear friend of mine just phoned to report her second pregnancy. I am over the moon thrilled for her but I couldn’t help imagining for a thirtieth of a second what it would be like were I to be with child again, at 40. SO no thank you. Many Mazel Tovs (shh, she’s only 11 weeks so mustn’t talk about it!) to JG in IL!