Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Thrift Picks

Tuesday's Lucky thrift finds.

We happened upon 50 percent off day at our most treasured second hand stop. A little ways from town so not a place I drop by regularly. But every time I do, I manage to leave feeling a whole lot "junk" richer.

New American Poetry addition (1$)
Four set of knock off vintage Heath dinnerware (I've been waiting on these!) (4.50$)
Wood Frames (2$)
Blue Ceramic bowl (1.25$)
Adorable Handmade Cradle for Hayes (5$)

Not pictured:
American Flag short to replace the ones Rex wore holes in. (2$)
Two old (authentic) Hawaiian shirts for the boys. (4$)
Wide leg linen baby pants. (1$)
Mid Century Ice Bucket (2$)
Aluminum Industrial Style Stool (5$)

Regretfully Left Behind:
Oil canvas of red flower bunch
Orange ceramic pot I'll probably dream about forever.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Part of The Pack

Arlo is almost ten and as of now he's really only every been officially signed up to Little League. We pushed him towards it when he was four and then came back to it a couple years later when he requested to try it out again. On his own accord. 

Certainly though, we weren't quite cut out for the ways of strict sports responsibilities. We were late a lot of times to practice, and generally unconcerned with any of the regular politics that seem to always want to poison the essence of junior sporting teams. Worst of all we stupidly assumed the boys were all out there simply to have fun when really it became very clear they were there to win a game. Apparent breeding ground for early competitiveness which neither Mike nor myself, have ever had much experience with. I wasn't the least bit involved in athletics as a kid and Mike, maybe slightly less so. So the win or stomp mentality, I guess we just did not get. 

Regardless, skating and surfing has served as a convenient replacement to all that. In that it still gets us all out of the house, and physical, but with a loosened sense of competition inherent in singular sports. So we were there on the beach when and where we pleased, while he was out in the water getting stronger, growing more confident by the day. Or in parks shredding around concrete bowls all the way from Menifee to San Luis Obisbo because whenever we were out and about and a skate park was near we made the effort to keep up interest and momentum by making it both fun and regular. 

Yet when I started to wonder what the other boys might be interested in I realized I hadn't put much thought into just how diverse their involvements might look. While Rex is still happy to shadow  most all of Arlo's interests (when it suits him, anyway) Leon will most likely never request a little league try out. Or dare attempt a diving board, let alone a surf session. Any time soon.

Which is where scouts came in seeing that it's the only thing I could think of Leon fitting in and building confidence in by offering up what he's intrigued by - an array of crafty handiwork (which is where he is most content) in combo with plenty of outdoor adventure, and a healthy introduction into good old fashioned lone survival skills. All aspects I figured he would come to appreciate. And so far, it seems to be a fair call. 

With both of the boys settled in packs now we have a combined Tiger and Weblo meeting at the Local Methodist once a week. This past weekend I dropped in on their first den camp out and got to watch them learn the ropes of fresh water fishing, ease into extended hiking, craft, and put together their own personal first aid pack kits. What I missed was the deep fried Oreos, the awkward fire side comedy skits, the Sunday morning prayer session and the scolding Mike got for getting caught drinking a beer that the Scout leader's father in law insisted he have. 

And sure, there are countless new rules and guidelines to adhere to and parts of if that seem undeniably outdated and corny from our view. And absolutely we're paired with people we might not otherwise be easily connected to, but that's all part of the involvement at this age. In this, a next phase of parenthood. So we suck it up, put on the ugly tee shirt and get there on time on days where it feels impossible. With uniforms on straight. Memorizing the first pages of the Boy Scout oath, praying when they pray, and refusing all the old man's beer cans even when it's miserably hot out and he cracks it open with a smile as he hands it over. Because hopefully down the line it all pays off. And if we ever find ourselves wandering around remote parts of the woods fingers crossed one of these kids will have the skill and confidence to pull us out. Or at the very least, construct whatever smoke signals it takes to warrant swift rescue from above. 

Either way, we're now officially part of the pack.  

From the Hill Top

"As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin."

- Pablo Neruda

Like everyone else last night our family set out to watch the lunar eclipse. This time from atop a dirt hill near our house where we were at first disappointed to find a thin cloud cover masking the face of the moon, then saw it all drift away giving clarity to that muted fire orange glow in the sky.

My photos don't do it any justice. A fleeting glory lost on mediocre camera skills. 

So a Neruda quote in the after shadows of a such a pretty moon show will have to suffice. 

Happy Super Moon.

Around Here

- Baby's bright sun lit morning window view

- Olivia cartoon after breakfast

- First signs of Fall Pumpkins in our home, brought by a friend who visited over the weekend

- A Love note for Leon, from a girl in class, found carefully folded in his backpack

- Sonya's Chickens on the art table

- Free rides courtesy of Rex's rope skills

- Earthy gifts from our favorite desert kin

- A pinecone bird feeder from the scout camp out craft center

- Newly thrifted / BF gifted button down dress

- Felted Kitty slippers that finally fit

I'll be back a little later, to share about our weekend with the boy scouts at Jurupa Rancho Park.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

First of Fall

We woke, lifted the shades and sure as the sun the morning felt like Fall.

So we bid farewell to the long, languid days of summer. To the camp outs and the late nights, the freedom of a season that left it's mark on the browns of our back. When it comes back around next year our babies will have stretched into children and our children newly ripened by a year that's come to past before them.

As for now, a slow hour soaking in the fresh stillness in the air. Baskets stocked with clumps of yarn that need to be untangled to lend hand in new crafts I need to explore, the warm allure of the holidays sneaking up, and hopefully at least half as much rain as they've warned us of on the forecast fronts for months now.

Hey, El Nino, we've been expecting you.

Other than that, so much coffee. Linens in the wash, hard boiled eggs in cast iron pots on the stove, a nine year wedding anniversary on our watch, and a date with three at a school BBQ at noon.

Happy First of Fall.