At the market on Sunday, I saw a group of short green beings dancing around a table. Since it’s March, that can mean only one thing:
It’s Girl Scout cookie time.
So I did my civic duty and bought 2 boxes of Thin Mints and 2 of Tagalongs. Then I promptly ate a sleeve of Thin Mints on the drive home.
It’s not my fault. I’m a victim.
If you spent a million dollars every day from the day Jesus Christ was born until now, you still wouldn’t have spent a trillion dollars.
(That’s a lot of money.)
When I was a college writing instructor, I gave my students the assignment to interview a veteran. Many fascinating conversations came out of these interviews, and we added about 50 profiles to the Veterans’ History Project at the Library of Congress.
I’m pleased to hear about a similar program at the Center for Oral History at the US Military Academy. Bob Woodruff of ABC News did a story on it for the broadcast last night. Watch the video.
Marna
“Michelle Obama met with soldier’s wives in Fayetteville on the campaign trail last year, and afterward she pledged that supporting military families would be one of her top priorities as first lady….” Read the full story in the Fayetteville Observer.
This is the time of year when I realize it’s 7:30 pm and I haven’t even considered what to make for dinner.
When my dog slobbers on me at 5:30 am to be let out because she didn’t reset her clock.
When it’s back to being dark in the morning as I drive the kids to school.
When I yawn for weeks because I can’t recover from that lost hour of sleep.
When I find out just how many clocks I have in my life that need to be changed.
Marna www.householdbaggage.com
I posted a grocery list in the kitchen and my 14 year old son has hijacked it. Here are his 7 entries (written in black marker.)
While walking on the deserted beach with my dog last week, I came across a dead baby seal. It had been washed ashore recently, because it wasn’t decomposed at all. It was about 3 feet long, sleek, and whitish-grey.
My heart broke. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were closed and she looked like a sleeping angel. Even in death she had a little half smile on her puppy-cute face. I stared at her for a long time.
I learned later that surfers had reported seeing two seals in those waters, a mama and a baby. The seals would pop their heads up unexpectedly and scare the surfers until they got used to them.
I wonder about that mama seal now, alone and missing her baby.
Years ago we rented a Coast Guard MWR house at Nantucket for an October weekend. One morning on our walk we saw a rendezvous of seals about 100 yards offshore. There were dozens of them, their slick little black heads bobbing above the surf like a pack of labradors out for a swim.
We were enchanted by them. They just stared back at us mutely as if to say, “What the heck are YOU doing here?”
It’s easy to see how seals have taken on magical properties in folklore and fables. They exude intelligence and personality.
The next day they were gone. I’m sure by now the baby seal has been taken out with the tide too.