You know that movie that has the line, “They’re Baaaaaaaaaaacccck?” Yeah, the lice returned, whether it a new infestation from a brand new source or some devious little lurkers. Eeek. Yuck. Eww. Curse word of your choice.
The bright side was that we pulled together pretty well and even those of us who struggled to jump onto our team finally joined it—and reminded us how far they’d actually come because the resistance displayed actually felt kind of foreign (that hasn’t always been the case). Maybe my conclusion that isn’t about lice at all is about kids growing up: it’s a cool thing to see someone mature.
Besides, everyone got haircuts and we’ve gone from being the longhaired Baskins plus Buttenwieser family to the shorthaired clan. So, there’s that. There’s something freeing about the hair chop. Saskia did ask, though, “How come everyone else can have a ponytail or pigtails but not me?”
Meantime on Tuesday as the Jewish New Year turns that calendar forward, I’ve thought a lot about how I don’t have anything more or less to bring to the New Year; I really need only acknowledge this. I’ve got what I need. That’s a good thing. Second, I really am grateful—even on bad days or hard days. Third, these two things take me a heck of a long way to how I tend to feel, which is happy.
In that happy spirit, my Tuesday Three to share all make me happy:
For a Gilmore Girls fan, this summer’s romp with Amy Sherman-Palladino via Bunheads was a big treat. Hat tip to my eldest for finding this interview; we both agree that a chance to interview ASP would be pretty much a high point in life. I was already fortunate enough to interview Susan Shilliday, one of the writers for thirtysomething, so that was an interview high point.
Amongst my favorite things in the house are a rug made by Crispina ffrench, ceramics by Donna McGee and our cluttered but always used dining table, which Robert Quigley made. To know and like the people who make things you enjoy daily, well, take that Ikea.
Because you don’t have forever to get there, I have to share again how very much I loved the Ezra Jack Keats’ show at the Eric Carle Museum. Even if you don’t live here, go online to see the preview. It’s one of my favorite shows the Carle has put on in its nearly ten years (!) (in November).