Merry Friday, y’all! I can’t believe March is here already. It’s a lovely, misty, mornin’ here in Middle Tennessee, the kind of weather I adore. You know, as long as it’s not every day. Here’s the view outside my office:
Now y’all know I don’t believe in the supernatural, but the reason I love cool, gray, misty weather is it makes it feel as if anything could happen, as if the border between the real and the unreal is thinner and more permeable than on a bright, sunny day. I dunno. Maybe I watched too many episodes of The Twilight Zone as a kid or read too many horror, fantasy, and sci-fi stories.
February may be the shortest month, but this one had its share of memorable moments. The Girl has been serving it up right on the volleyball court.
The Boy made me laugh and cheered me up when I was feeling grumpy one night. It had been a long day at work. I was tired and frustrated. I was in the kitchen preparing the kids’s lunches for the next day a few minutes after 8:00 and shortly after sternly instructing The Boy to brush his teeth and get into bed with the extra admonition that he’d better not still be awake at 9:00 as he had the previous 3 nights when suddenly I detected a presence lurking just outside the kitchen so turned to my right.
The Boy: Dad, I’m not sleepy. I won’t be able to go to sleep if I don’t play for a while then read.
Me: You should be sleepy after being up so late all week. Now go to bed. If I catch you playing, reading, or even wiggling around in 15 minutes, no electronics for the rest of the week.
The Boy: Dad, I’m not a normal kid. It takes me a long time to go to sleep.
The Boy: I’m sorry, Dad, I’m just not like other kids.
Me: I know you’re not normal, son. You and your sister are wonderfully abnormal and we love you both for it. But you’ll be going to sleep with an abnormally sore butt if you don’t go to sleep NOW!