Monthly Archives: April 2009

April Photos



Early this morning, after Rocky had climbed into bed with us and I lay there, gazing at her soft caramel skin, her sweet little nose, her ringlets and long brown lashes, I wondered if the donor ever thinks about his offspring.  I thought, of course he does.  So I sent him a prayer, a vision from my mind’s eye to his, of the miraculous work of art that is Ry, my beautiful child who looks just like him.  Five years ago today, we saw her for the first time.  His face, transposed from photo to flesh.

We all wanted to meet some day, but it was against the rules… so, unless there’s a miracle of meeting, for the gift of your genes, I can only say thank you.


Postcards From Lebanucky: First Spring

In Lebanucky, spring is so beautiful I could scream, and cherry blossoms would emerge from my throat instead of sound.

The smells of my childhood are all around me, all the delicious early spring flowers I had finally forgotten to miss in Texas.  Daffodils, with the gentle scent of my grandmother, grow in every yard, carpets of them, yellow, white, big and mini, alongside their vibrant tulip cousins.  Lilacs are not native, but they’ll grow if planted, which I plan to do when we buy a house.  There’s some sort of huge tree leaning over our back yard from the neighbors’, its drooping branches covered in puffy clusters of pink flowers.  We have another flowering tree with flat, waxy cream-colored flowers, tinged with pink; we have two lovely Japenese red maples; some sort of creeping vine with purple flowers; countless dandelions and violets, and today I discovered a rose bush in the tangle of ivy that climbs our walls.  One of the great joys of this Spring has been that of waiting for bloom; since I don’t know flowers very well, each opening bud is a new discovery.

I’ve bought blackberry, highbush blueberry and strawberry plants to add to our big, gorgeous, ill-planned garden, already growing lettuces, peas, broccoli, pickling cukes and various other veggies and herbs.  All I have to do to achieve orgasm is sit in the dirt in my garden, bury my face in mint and inhale deeply.  Ahhhhhh.

Chunky slate blue thunderstorms roll in just about every afternoon, like monsoon.  Fat bumblebees with helicopter wings zoom around our deck, terrorizing Rocky.  We have a posse of house sparrows that bully the songbirds away, and eat out of the feeder so voraciously that all the seed is gone by the end of a day.  When the sparrow gang has emptied the feeder and retreated back to their home in the hedge, chicadees, cardinals and titmice venture in to check out the leftovers.  To hear the songs of old childhood friends has opened up the heavy old door to my most wonderful sense of delight.

“Here, Petey… here, Petey…”

“Oh, sweet Canada Canada Canada!”

Maggie, name those birds!

The first to sing the day in are the robins.  They announce the cool approach of dawn with their chorus of “cheeriup, cheerio…cheeriup, cheerio…”.  As the darkness begins to give way, the robins’ crepuscular conversation is replaced with the melodious voices of the songbirds, followed by the sun, the liquid trilling of starlings and, of course, the plucky chirping of my sparrow flock.  At dusk, it’s the whole symphony, softly punctuated by the sweet courting songs of mourning doves.

A Fool And Her Blog

Happy April Fools’.  April Fools’!

Just kidding.  April Fools’!


In other news, Rocky will be officially five in about two weeks.  I say “officially” because she’s been five since she was four, according to her doctor (I had never heard anyone use the term “scary-smart” before the 4-year well-child visit).  We’ll be taking her to the children’s museum in Indianapolis for her birthday, which is something she’s been clamoring for ever since we came back from there three months ago.  There’s a carousel, you see.  With horses.  Did I mention horses?  Her carousel horse is named Rose.  Rose is a horse.

I am mostly recovered from the ovarian cyst horrors, though lifting still makes my tummy hurt.  I am now searching for work in earnest.  I have interviewed, so far, at an executive men’s spa and a chiropractor’s office.  The men’s spa is great because it’s downtown, in a Soco-esque Fun District part of L’ville, and though when South Congress in Austin turned into Soco I stopped going over there because it was annoying me, now that I can’t go there any more I miss it.  Shit Blue, who taught you to write?

The chiropractor’s office is GREAT (you can tell how great it is by my use of all capitals), except the part where I have to drive 1/2 hour in rush hour traffic.  Have you heard about the gas prices?  No?  Oh, they’ve risen a little in the past few years.

Tomorrow I interview at LeBliss.  For real, LeBliss.  That’s “TheBliss” in French.  In case you don’t speak French.

Rukan, meanwhile, has landed a great job at a local hospital.  She’ll get to work three 12-hour shifts, 7am-7pm, which will really free her up the rest of the week to do things on her Honeydo List.

I’m just full of hilarity tonight.

Aside from turning Officially Five, Rocky is very much looking forward to the return of the Easter Bunny, who hides the eggs; the Easter Turtle, who brings the chocolate; and the Easter Beaver, who brings the jelly beans.  Except for the black licorice ones, which are supplied by the Bunny.  Oh my god, I just got that!  Eeeew, jeez, Mom!

One year my family was having Easter up on the Island, on the farm, where I grew up, when someone spotted a strange creature swimming up the freshwater stream, which ran down the middle of the cove at low tide.  We got out the binoculars, and lo and behold, I said “lo and behold”, it was a beaver.  A beaver!  In the cove, swimming up from the saltwater bay!  A strange sight indeed.  We’ve had the Easter Beaver ever since.  I have no idea where the Easter Turtle idea came from.  Bunch of hippies, have to do everything “their own way”.  I’m so glad I’m regular.

Enchantress in a Stocking Cap