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Driving Miss Drivel

24 Friday Apr 2009

Posted by Janell in Far Away Places, Life at Home

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Dog Tales, Everyday Life, Mesta Park, Travel, Writing

This morning I took my husband to the airport.  This afternoon I took Kyle to Penn Square Mall.  And after that, I took the dogs for their walk.  But to be perfectly honest, I did very little of the actual ‘taking’ on any of these trips, unless you count the return trip from the airport when I took myself home.  If left to my own drive, none of these trips would have made it out of ‘park’.        

 

I have very little horsepower right now, probably because I’m weighed down by sadness.  It’s hard to believe that this five-week Beijing trip that I’ve dreaded for so long has officially begun.  Thirty-four days before I see my husband’s smiling face again.  I know that soon the dogs and I will settle into our routine.  But for now, I feel lopsided, like I’m hobbling along without my better half.

 

I just want to stay home and mope.  I’ve had little desire to write or to do anything the least bit productive.  So until Kyle called, I just sat in a chair and read, another one of those Tudor historical fiction books that I’m so enamored with of late, that allows me to escape to a place where wife’s heads are loped off for no good reason.  A trip to Henry’s court always has a way of putting my own woes into perspective. 

 

No woes from Kyle today.  For whatever reason, he was in a great mood, but he certainly noticed I was cranky.  He called me on my moodiness pretty quick, which may have worked to dissipate my edginess.  He was so appreciative that I stopped moping long enough to help him select some new dress clothes for tonight’s BSU Banquet.  New clothes have a way of making a person feel as though their putting their best foot forward. 

 

And I guess I put my own best feet forward when I grabbed a couple of dog leashes for a daily walk around the park that I could no longer postpone.  The poodles rewarded me with many displays of appreciation–including circus pirouettes from Maddie and a big lick on my neck from Max who was standing almost eyeball to eyeball with me, two hind legs planted on the floor and both front paws planted on my chest.  The poodles didn’t seem to notice my crankiness or the fact that I was slowing down their poodle parade with my dead weight.  Instead, I received a lot of poodle smiles that seemed to say, “Atta Girl.”  “Good Poodle Mommy.”  Even at my best, I am dragged up and down Mesta Park sidewalks full speed ahead, two poodle top knots fast.

 

Tomorrow, I’ll make myself get up and go again.  But today, I’m having my own little pity party.   What sounds good is a warm lazy river and an inner tube; or perhaps a margarita on the rocks while floating in the tube, if the river were shallow enough.  No place to go and all day to get there.  But instead, I’m writing.  Because Kyle told me I should.  And without any drive, I know its pure drivel.   But who cares?  Tomorrow, I can always hit ‘delete.’

Escaping the Heat

23 Thursday Apr 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home, The Great Outdoors

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Everyday Life, Writing

I’ve slept with the windows open the last two nights in our upstairs bedroom that is patterned off an old fashioned sleeping porch, with six windows facing in three directions.  Being lulled to sleep by the sounds of the night and the stirring of a gentle breeze carries me back to my childhood, in the days before most homes had acquired the cooling luxury of central air conditioning.

 

There were other ways to escape the confining heat of a hot house in those days.  One of our favorites was to load up our Chevy and drive over the Dairy Queen in Seminole to indulge in a Hot Fudge Sundae.  The one in Shawnee was closer, but Daddy always found the local franchise chintzy with their chocolate fudge, so we would drive twenty miles out of our way to ensure we received our fair share of chocolate.  I guess the extra sauce and Dad’s personal satisfaction were worth more than the cost of gasoline—which at that time was only 18 cents a gallon—and the drive over to Seminole with all the windows down was part of the entire cooling down experience.     

 

We often took in an afternoon matinee at one of Shawnee’s two movie theatres.  A sure sign of the times, the marquee carried the words “Air Condition Comfort” right beside the title of whatever movie was being featured.  I went more with Dad than Mom, who probably just appreciated being left in a quiet home without children underfoot.  I remember seeing Cleopatra with Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor and a personal favorite to this day, a film called Marnie, an Alfred Hitchcock film starring Sean Connery and Tippi Hedren.  I recall many Walt Disney movies, especially those starring Hayley Mills, like Moon Spinners, Pollyanna and Summer Magic, which left me with an affected British accent that quickly evaporated in the Oklahoma heat.

 

Then there was always water – sometimes we kids would be go swimming at one of the local municipal pools, but much more often within a small aired up plastic pool in our own back yard.  Sometimes we just ran through an oscillating water sprinkler, or dived belly first on a Slip ‘N Slide or tried to get that water blasting Water Wiggle to work like the one that performed so well on television commercials.  Summer afternoon picnics often took place at a water park, like Roman Nose or Tuner Falls.

 

The ways of escaping heat require less imagination and initiative these days.  When we lived in Texas, my husband and I had this gorgeous outdoor pool that was rarely used.  The kids mostly stayed inside, watching a movie or playing a Nintendo game.  I can’t say that I blame them, as where we lived on the Gulf Coast, it was common to observe steam rising from the ground.

 

But it’s nice to know that the magic offered by a warm evening waits just beyond our doorstep.  It’s as easy as taking time to sit in a lawn chair to wait for the lightening bugs to come out.  And to drink in the sounds and smells of an Oklahoma spring day, knowing that summer is just around the corner – as is our central air conditioner, for those days and nights that stifle all desire for fond reminiscing.  

Great Expectations

21 Tuesday Apr 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home

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Ethiopian Food, Everyday Life, Langhorne Antiques, OKC Dining Out, Parents, Writing

I sit at my ‘new’ mustard colored writing desk with grateful heart but no great expectations.

 

I prefer to hold no expectations as I write.  Whatever comes of my writing practice is fine by me.  For too long, I have suffered from having hopes and dreams that too often proved false.  I no longer wish to carry the burden and pressure of great expectations only to suffer their disappointment when they remain unmet. Where I sit, great expectations grate.

 

Taking the opposite tack, Darla Langhorne of Langhorne Antiques — the lovely proprietor of my favorite little vintage store in all of OKC–wished great expectations on all my writings from this little desk.  I felt blessed by her sentiments and her support of dreams I no longer wish to dream.  But I’m left with the thought, is it better to hold or to not hold great expectations from that which fills your heart with joy? 

 

The Spiritual Exercises of Ignatius have instilled in me this attitude of holding ‘lightly’ the things of this world.  Dreams are born and dreams die.  People are born and people die.  Puppies are born and puppies are given away to new owners, much to my father’s disappointment.  It’s easier on the heart to not get too attached.  Maybe Dad would agree, as he nurses a broken heart from a home grown too quiet without sound of puppy piddles and paddles. 

 

My son Bryan kept secret our dining destination for this month’s moveable feast.  He wished us to harbor no false expectations that might keep us from attending.  But even so, two family members backed out upon arrival, as their expectations of the restaurant’s ethnic food held them back from the experience.  Those who stayed may never go back, but the novelty of eating our first Ethiopian food together made for an unforgettable evening.  We laughed and anticipated what certain dishes might taste like, which a few of us ordered with some trepidation.  But as food arrived, I was pleasantly surprised.  I ate all these wonderful vegetables and meats with cool spongy bread rather than with fork and knife.  And while I enjoyed the food and family gathering, what I most appreciated was that, in spite of busy work and school schedule, Bryan had taken the time to prepare a place for us, taking on the hard work of pulling us together and making the reservations. All that was required of us was to show up and remain open – and hold back expectations that would hem us in.

 

Being open to a sense of adventure whose destiny is unknown until the ending is written seems the better choice, rather than to limit and define our journey by holding a map of false expectations.  Because truth is discovered only as we live out our stories in the land of everyday life rather than in our wild imaginings and expectations, whether they be great or grate.

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