Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, back in the 1960’s, my daddy drove a Mercedes. It was old, it had belonged to my grandparents first. It was a big, gray I think, sedan, 4 door. It had red inside I think and leather seats and my sisters and I could lay down on each other across the back seat. The dash was wood as I recall and I loved that car. I probably didn’t love at the time that my dad would always say,”Don’t slam the door, close it gently, it’s a Mercedes.”. But I love that now!!!! We got rid of the Mercedes pretty early on, I never drove it. I seem to remember my dad saying it was too expensive to maintain.
Since then I always wanted a Mercedes. It was my total fantasy, dream car, especially when I saw how much they cost. They are totally a classy car. They are James Bond and royalty and “bring the Benz around please Chauncey”! I actually never imagined owning one. I am nothing if not practical anymore and a $60,000 car is not on the list of things we need.

Fast forward to a few months ago. Curt gets it in his head that I need a really great gift for my 50th. He’s thinking car. He’s thinking convertible. I’m thinking I got 1 kid in college, still paying loans on another one and 2 more to go. Another big car payment is not on the list of necessities. He says, “let’s go car shopping”, I say ” no I really don’t think so”. He says it over and over again. While I’m in Vegas he goes car shopping with Nick. I realize that although I may be fine with the van (and actually I really like my van!) Curt really needs to get me something special. So to humor him, really that was the only reason, I agreed to go look at the car he’s been looking at.

Late on Saturday afternoon we grab Sean and head out. I’m still thinking we’re going to South Tacoma Way to see a Honda or something. Curt heads North on I-5, slow going by the Dome as usual for no reason. We pull off into the Mercedes-Benz dealer. “Sure”, I think, “we can afford that!” but the cars were gorgeous and it doesn’t cost to look. I slid into the front seat of a cute little 2 seater, white with tan interior, no price tags! Wow! Sean tries a few out, they are so gorgeous and even sitting in them feels right.

More tomorrow!!!



Thursday, July 08, 2010 by Amy Sorenson

Summer Reading

When I was a kid, I spent a lot of summer days reading. Since school was out, I could get my gymnastics workout done in the morning, and then the rest of the day was mine. I’d shower and bandage my rips, then find whatever book I was reading and head outside. We had an enormous covered patio out there that was always shady, and I’d sit in the rocking lounge chair and read for the rest of the day. Sometimes I’d get up for snacks (some grapes, maybe, or cold watermelon; sometimes my mom would have baked a coconut cake or that dessert with Oreos and whipped cream and butter mints or even a fruit pizza) or drinks or maybe to tease my sister a little bit, but mostly I read.

Those long, idyllic afternoons are now touchstones to me—moments of peacefulness I return to in my memory sometimes. It was delicious to not have any obligations, to read without anyone pressing me to close my book and do something productive. Sweet and relaxing to linger in the company of friends, even though they were characters in a book. Those memories are tinted with the scent of peaches and the sound of kids playing on the other side of the fence; they remind me that unprecedented peace does happen in a life’s small moments.

I tried a modified version of that summer reading program today. I was fighting off a headache, and it seems that holding still makes the headache less likely to happen. So I sat around for most of the day, reading my book (The Lace Reader) and eating occasional snacks (have you discovered Annie’s Bunnies crackers? They are awesome!), not really ignoring my children but not being a great mom, either. In fact, they cleaned the house while I hung out in bed reading.

And here’s the deal. Maybe because I do still have plenty of obligations and tons of things on my mental to-do list, or maybe because that headache was trying to be insistent, or maybe because there is always housework to do, I couldn’t enjoy my day dedicated to reading. Well, not like I used to enjoy it. It really did feel nice to relax and be slothful for a day. But it also felt indulgent; I felt lazy and unproductive. And also a little bit disappointed that I couldn’t enjoy the reading bliss as much as I wanted to.

I don’t know. Does that mean I have become a grown up? Or just that I need a long car trip in order to enjoy reading all day? Or that I have lost my ability to simply enjoy something without feeling guilty? Should I feel guilty? Or should I have worked harder at enjoying it more?

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I wish i had written this. I have felt this way all week. Lots of time and yet didn’t accomplish much or even relax much…want to scrap but overwhelmed with choice. what to scrap…I can never catch up…just writing this is depressing me. I think I will go to bed and read and fall asleep. tomorrow is another day!

One little word part one

the following is borrowed from a newsletter from Lasting Memories Scrapbook store in Lynnwood, WA. I want to choose a word but between working and the flooded downstairs and stupid mice, I feel so behind!! I like her idea of focusing on the word everyday so I want to do this. Perhaps if I put this in here I will see it again and do it!! That’s the plan!

” Dear Karen,

One little word – makes a huge difference!

I’m so excited about my word for 2010.
I don’t know where
Ali Edwards got the idea to encourage scrapbookers to choose a word for focus on each year, but I love doing it.  I have loved living with my 2009 word for the past year.  My 2009 word was “hope”.  Every morning I woke up facing my “HOPE” banner and spent a few minutes thinking hopeful thoughts.  I would say that focusing on a word has been nothing less than life changing for me.  And I mean that in the most positive sense.”