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Closing the Escape Hatch

25 Thursday Mar 2010

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Cosmo surprised me last night.

While I was letting the dogs out for their final nature call, rather than taking care of business as usual, Cosmo zoomed back to her favorite spot like a rocket toward outer space.  Since it was too dark to investigate, I made a mental note to check the area this morning.

Later, while in bed, I recalled an off-hand comment my husband made about the fence a couple of weeks ago.  I remembered him saying something about there being a gap in the fence somewhere behind his office.  At the time, he admitted to being puzzled as to why the dogs — and in particular, our naughty Scottie Cosmo — hadn’t taken advantage of the opening to explore the forbidden unknown on their own.  I’m pretty sure we shared a good chuckle over it  — and even pride at our superior intelligence — at the expense of the canine members of our household.

After seeing the size of the gap, I’ve no doubt Cosmo has been exploring far and wide, not once, but many, many times.  Was it only a couple of weeks ago now, that I wondered in a previous post, what was keeping Cosmo so occupied behind the garden shed?   All I can say it that I was stupid, stupid, stupid not to check this out before today.  And if it weren’t for last night’s brazen midnight dash — which offered up serious evidence that Cosmo was charting out new territories to terrorize —  Cosmo would still in the space exploration business.

I closed the hatch this morning, with stones leftover from our landscape project.  The opening was about ten feet long and six inches high in most places  — wide enough for Cosmo to have her pick of escape hatches and tall enough to offer an enterprising gigantic poodle (or two) their own peep-hole to watch Cosmo and the rest of the world go by.

The stones are too heavy for a Scottie muzzle to push around — or even a Scottie girl’s best canine friends — I know since my sad Scottie inspector has given then her seal of disapproval.  With defense once again secure, I’ve accomplished my mission.  And Cosmic Cosmo’s missions are over.

Not surprisingly, Cosmo has spent most of the day inside with me.  We’re getting reacquainted.

To Grandma’s House

23 Tuesday Mar 2010

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My youngest granddaughter needed a place to hang her hat today.

Karson fell ill Sunday evening;  it’s nothing infectious, but Karson didn’t feel up to attending school.   Or so I understood, from my oldest daughter’s phone call yesterday.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I heard Kate say Karson would likely sleep or lay around all day, same as yesterday.

To Karson’s mother, I say, “Liar, liar pants on fire.” (Forgive me — but since I just spent the last twenty-four hours with a rambunctious kindergartner, certain playground sayings are, for now, uppermost in my mind and at the tip of my fingers.)

Though not exactly in peak form, Karson and I did all the things we normally do when we spend time together.  We watched a little television.  Karson painted with watercolors while I painted with words.  We shared a couple of meals amidst fine table conversation with the television shut off.   And best of all, we walked down to our neighborhood park.

It was a great day to go, with temperatures hovering in the mid-seventies and blue skies overhead.  Karson and I arrived  —  with a handsome gray tomcat in tow that we picked up along the way — to a dozen children enjoying the sunshine and playing on playground equipment.  Children were being pushed in swings by parents and caught at the end of slides, the way I once pushed and caught Karson, when she was toddling around.

Karson no longer needs me to catch or push her.  In fact, she’s growing up fast.  Over lunch today, I learned that six-year-old Karson has had a boyfriend for well over a year.  I forgot his name, but I imagine he’ll be replaced sooner or later.

But today, with no boyfriend in site (not counting our Tom), Karson played independently or formed playground partnerships with other children — a variation of you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours — which obligated Karson to push one girl on the inter-tube swing in exchange for that girl pushing Karson on the swing.

That little girl wore a pair of  Dorothy’s ruby red slippers —  just like the ones I bought Karson a year ago.  Evidently, as deep once called to deep in biblical times, today on the playground, it was like finding like.

I confess to losing my Nana mojo, as I forgot to bring any liquid refreshment to the park for thirsty hard-playing girls.  So after hitting all the rides, we left for home, dropping Tom off along the way.  Unlike some, this guy believed in leaving the party with the girls he came with.   His mother evidently raised him right.

I suppose I should feel flattered by Karson’s attempts to stay another day.  But instead of feeling flattered, I feel flattened by that 39 pound steam-roller of a granddaughter.  I praise God she was not running full steam ahead.

Sweeties

21 Sunday Feb 2010

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I could have been June Cleaver yesterday when the boys arrived with Amy to find me in the kitchen baking their favorite childhood cookies.

In our house, these pink and white swirled cookies never stick around for long.  Whether warm from the oven or not, people find them hard to leave alone.  I’m not sure whether the boys and Amy had taken off their coats or not before they enjoyed that first warm cookie.

An hour later, Don’s mother and stepfather came in just as I was putting the finishing touches on supper.  It wasn’t long, before out of the corner of my eye, I saw another Sweetie go by with a few words on how hard these cookies were to resist.  Then Kara and Joe arrived  — and I won’t tell how many Joe confessed to having before the night was over.

With fifteen gathered, it didn’t take long for the Sweeties to disappear.  Yet, to say that we gathered is a bit of a stretch, as the party was more like three gatherings in one.  As I traveled the circuit, I walked in and out of pockets of conversation.  Don and his parents were visiting in the kitchen; my children and their mates were gathered around the television watching a ball game; and my three youngest grands were playing ‘zombies’ in the basement.

At one point, I noted Kyle talking to one who  might as well  have been a zombie, for their lack of attention to his words.  This is the downside of big gatherings:  there’s just too much going on to take it all in; separate worlds collide, but then soon break apart to converse in more intimate settings.  Meanwhile, I floated from one room to another, trying to experience a little of all the parties.

When I finally sat down, my granddaughters came to see if they could extend their party by spending the night.  I was tired after cooking all day.  And while having no definite plans, my after-party most likely would have involved a rendezvous with  my favorite chair.  But I couldn’t resist after one long look at their sweet hopeful faces.  The girls were having so much fun playing together; and if they didn’t want it to end, I didn’t want to end it.

Someday, not too far off in the distant future, these sisters who admit to being best friends, will not want to spend their Saturday night with their grandmother.  So it was not too hard to put that favorite comfy chair on hold  to let their young world collide with mine.  They ended up having the best time, filling the house with happy noises, as they trampled up and down the stairs from basement to second story.  The girls played house, opened a restaurant, become artists with a set of watercolors and  built a fine set of tracks with my sons old wooden train set.

This morning, before they left, the girls told me how much fun they had playing at my house.  I learned that after I die, they are hoping that their mother will come here to live so that they can too.  But my youngest granddaughter will be repainting my wall colors.  And though she didn’t say, I’m guessing she has in mind her favorite pink — just like these Sweeties.

Sweeties

Makes 5 dozen

2 sticks butter, softened
2 cups sugar
2 tsps almond flavoring
3 eggs
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 tsp cream of tartar
1 Tbsp baking powder
4 cups all-purpose flour
3 drops of red food coloring

Mix butter and sugar until fluffy.  Gradually mix in eggs and almond flavoring, then the dry ingredients until well combined.  Stir in drop of red food coloring, swirling the dough, until streaked with pink.  Chill in fridge for two hours.

Preheat oven to 350.

Shape dough into small balls, a little larger than a walnut.  Slightly flatten with hand on cookies sheet, covered with parchment paper or silicone baking sheet.  Bake 10 minutes at 350.

While still warm, glaze cookies.

Cookie Glaze

Mix until smooth:

1 cup powder sugar
1/2 tsp almond flavoring
4 Tbsp evaporated milk  (I use water instead)