Seashore Dreams

Every day I get home from work and have to clean the sand from between my toes.  It's one of the many perks of teaching young, delightful kiddos who love their sandbox.  This past summer is the first summer in forever that we didn't go to the beach or some sort of lake house or something like that,  and I must be feeling it because I actually delay my toe cleaning just a wee bit while I close my eyes and pretend I'm just getting back to my room after a day of fun in the sun.

Seashore dreamy bliss....

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I came to a stop at an intersection the other night.  There was a fella there hoping to get some spare change.  Only he didn't have the cardboard sign I've become accustomed to.  And, gosh, writing that I'm "accustomed" to it makes me a little sad that it absolutely, positively doesn't strike me as odd or unusual to see yet another homeless person around.

Anyway, this fella was wearing a big, red oversize T-shirt that read "SIX PACK COMING SOON".  My first thought was, "Wow, is he just being honest?"  And then I thought, why on earth would this guy have spent his hard-earned money on that shirt.  OK, I suppose it was possible, but then I began to wonder if someone had given him that shirt...you know, as a joke.  And then I saw his smile.  His big, wonderfully goofy smile, and then I didn't care any more about how he'd gotten the shirt.  I just knew that this guy was able to find the silver lining, the happy, the whimsical in the package he was presenting.

And then I wished I'd had a dollar to give him.

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Behind the Slang Curve

Driving around with the kid...sometimes I wonder just what percentage of my life has been spent doing just that.  Lucky for me, he's rather a delight and we have a pretty good time when we're together...even if he's convinced I'm a dork.


Little guy:  Puts on some music so he can play his "challenge mom with a song" game. 

Me:  "That's Gorillaz!"  I was super excited.  I knew the answer!

Little guy:  "Yup."

Me:  "Knowing that gives me some serious street cred, right?"

Little guy:  "Don't ever say that again, mom."

Me:  "What?  That's what all you guys are saying these days."

Little guy:  "Not for a really long time...you sound like a dork, mom."


Apparently slang is just like fashion for me...I run at least a year behind.  Dependent on what shows up in the thrift stores and all.  Perhaps I need to start getting my slang at retail prices.

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