For the past week and a half or so, I’ve really needed some magical power to give me just a little more time. I’ve wanted to blog and I’ve wanted to sew, but all my creative efforts have gone toward school. This weekend was the second marathon session of Family Mediation, 5-9 Friday night and all day Saturday and Sunday, which was great, but now we’re sitting powerless in the candlelight, without a clue what’s going on.
No bang of a transformer blowing. No crash of a vehicle meeting a utility pole, just sudden silence and darkness with occasional sirens in the distance. Kind of peaceful, actually, except for the eerie stillness in the air. And the next round of sirens that just started on Roosevelt.
Life in the ’hood.
So much for hitting the fab pile of fabric that’s been untouched for days.
That’s been rather the modus operandi of late, one surprise/disruption after another.
Oh well. Might as well use this time to write about what’s happened in the days I’ve been absent, even though I can’t post it until we get re-Entergized. Yesterday was John’s, Kitty’s, their friend Paul’s and their cousin Joanne’s birthday.
John, Cathy, brother Paul and I celebrated John’s big day at Ciao last night. Dinner was divine, as always. Such a nice restaurant, and how lucky we Quapawians are to have it! Five of our neighbors were at nearby tables, which made for an extra-nice touch.
Thursday Julia and I went to the Little Rock Sustainability Summit at the Clinton Library, which was another treat. Afterward Julia sat through my presentation for class today (thanks, again!), then I gave her a stylish new bob in my kitchen – we had a large time. Fun can be free.
Speaking of bobs, while we were sitting at the summit, I looked out the huge library window at a hotel that Daddy (Bob Cartwright) remodeled sometime before he became ill. Reminders are everywhere, especially in April.
By this time 30 years ago, he’d lost his ability to speak. But his strong, brave, young heart continued to beat.
I’m writing this April 15, which is the day the taxman cometh, but more importantly, it’s my grandmother Verna Jewel Tackett’s birthday (she’d be 96, had we not lost her when she was 85).
In 1982, this was nine days before Daddy’s death, though of course we didn’t know that then. We just knew it was imminent.
He died on April 24, on my grandfather Doyle Tackett’s birthday. April has always been an important birthday month. Now we also have Marie-Noelle on the 18th and Elizabeth on the 21st.
Which is also the date we see Tom Petty. Hallelujah! Can’t wait. Love that TP.
Thursday night was Jude’s last soccer game of the season. Sylvia told the players, “No, no, no, no, no!!” when they hit her stroller with the soccer ball. Yep, she’s starting to talk how. Crazy.
Wednesday evening, sweet Annabelle got her first – and we hope only – stitches. She tripped over Sylvia and bit through her bottom lip. So sad. Walking’s a dangerous proposition sometimes. She’s a tough bambino, though, and is doing fine.
And of course Sunday was Easter at Mother’s. Quiche divine, four kinds, with roasted veggies and peach cobbler. Heavenly.
On Friday the 6th, Julia and I took Sylvia for a walk down the sidewalks of Argenta (which we used to call downtown North Little Rock when I was little), inside Galaxy Furniture, and to lunch at Argenta Market, which was all a real treat on a lovely day.
So maybe it just seems like every second has gone toward school. I guess I really don’t know where it’s gone.
I do know that two long research papers and one (hard!) test are all that’s left of this semester. Can that possibly be true?
I could still use a little more time. Can’t somebody give me some? It’s going oh-so fast.
P.S. Power came back at 10:40ish. No explanation. And here are some Easter pics for your viewing pleasure.