It is true that in spring, fancies turn. For many people, it’s that time of year when wild and foolish plans are put into action.
I have discovered having a home remodel is rather like having a baby. Suddenly you are in a special club and are privy to dozens of stories and lots of good advice and support. It is also like having a baby, in that, until you do it, you really can’t imagine what it is like. [...]
“Oh rats!” This has become more than an expletive to me.
I wanted to start out with “How ‘bout those Aztecs?” and I still could, but I am more inclined to go with “There is no joy in Mudville.”
So, my son has been madly prepping for “Step 1” of medical school exams, which future doctors have to take at the end of their second year. This preparation must be done in addition to the regular med-school workload, he explained, thus securing the mom sympathy vote.
As I plan the remodel of my kitchen, I have had some sobering epiphanies. Who knew that a home remodel could be a journey to self-knowledge? I may stitch a pillow that reads, “Know your kitchen, know thyself.”
I am so predictable. A box arrives at my school library and I become a kid in a candy shop with an open account.
Haven’t we all read about the timeless joys and emotional gratification of the family dinner? Whatever else you do, the experts repeat, make sure that your entire family sits down together several nights a week to eat, discuss their day and share their world with you.
In my first year as an elementary school librarian, the time came for the annual book fair. Some determined PTA volunteer handed me a red, curly wig and a dress patterned in stars and planets and said, firmly, “Here. Wear this. You get to be Ms. Frizzle for the book fair!”