Dark & Light

Bad things don't happen in 3's, they happen in 6's or 7's this week. The freezer was just a warning shot across the bow. I also got pretty sick this week (not the flu, but yucky nonetheless). Then today was supposed to be different. Doug had a day off. My antibiotics kicked in. Maybe we'll go for a sail? Maybe celebrate Martinmas for the first time? Maybe a jaunt to woods for the last gasp of fall color?

No. Along came Miss Ida. A former hurricane whose tropical storm remnants are swirling around us. Windy, lumpy & bumpy, rainy, cold, blah. So we decide to stay in and be "productive". Let's tidy up the guest area, make the pattern for our new settee, bake bread, make chicken broth, make lanterns for Martinmas, and schedule the marine surveyor to come help us tackle our mystery leak.

Well the surveyor never showed, and never called. Zach slipped and fell and hurt his foot because of the puddle of rain water from said mystery leak. The broth is weak. The bread is tough. The pattern was insanely difficult to make and we're still not finished with it. We never got around to making lanterns. And I spilled a HUGE glass of apple cider on our new laptop.

It's dead.

So I'm typing on my junky old computer, taking pictures with my duct taped camera, bouncing around on the stormy sea in my leaking boat eating hard bread and watery soup and feeling like I want crawl in a cave and get a do over on this week.

And where was Zach during all of this self inflicted "drama"?  We were literally indoors all day (something that NEVER happens for us). And I didn't get around to doing ONE thing with him. No crafts, no outings, no books, no cooking, no talks, no music or dancing, I don't even think I brushed the boy's teeth today.

And yet he happily played away the entire day, indoors, by himself. This sweet boy who was left in the ruin of my clumsy day never whined, or said he was bored, or asked for anything. He spent who knows how long building forts/ ships/ bridges with our old sette cushions. He created a whole series of drawings of squid. He made toys for the guinea pig. He curled up in the book nook, laughing like crazy at whatever book his was looking at. He played with his blocks.  He made a slide with pillows.

And he picked up my spirits when I needed it most. My boy pitter pattered down to the galley wearing every sash and belt and scarf in his vast dress up collection and looked at me. "Do you know how precious you are to  me mommy? You are more valuable to me than any treasures."


Now if that's not a light on this dark, rainy, funky week, I don't know what is.

p.s. popping in this morning to say - holy cow! The storm got worse not better. The boat feels like a carnival ride this morning. Zach was awaken by the howling wind and slamming waves and said, "Looks like a museum day mommy."  It sure does.