Music, the new cat, and why people don't think I'm over 30
We were talking earlier about losing our wonder and becoming jaded. I was too frazzled in my day to day workings to write out what I thought about that.
I will NEVER lose my wonder. That's the thing that makes kids and teenagers sparkly, and so endearing even in their selfishness. That sense that all is new, crisp and ready to be eaten like ripe peaches. Peaches that have been grown just for them and only them.
Well, I'm not giving up my peaches. Ever.
I find my contradictions funny sometimes though.
I run with the grocery cart and jump on for a ride when it's fast enough. (Thought I was the only adult around here who did that, until I saw someone I knew at least 10 years my senior do the same) I drink coffee and read the news, every page, every section (well except the sports since I just don't give a damn). I smoke occasionally, especially on late night writing sessions when only the nicotine will clear the air. I ride a kids bike. Yes really, Decker and I have the same bike. The exception is I have the big ape hanger handlebars with grips that match my paint. And I ride it to work, at the golf course, where the adults are. I still run through puddles and piles of leaves and marvel at how miraculous our world is. The mall amazes me, people amaze me. The world enthralls me. And now it's even better since I get to see it new, all over again with the kids. And when and if they have kids, I'll get to see the world new again with the grandkids. So the world to me is never old and I will always be young in spirit.
As for raising kids today, it's a challenge. They don't face the same things we did or at least not in exactly the same way. It's finding that balance between discipline, openness and freedom. I don't know the best way, but I will stumble my way through like we all do.
Music
I've created music CD's for everyone that will be in the mail later this week. I'm excited. The strange thing is, I started a soundtrack about us, but it changed to a mix of some of my favorites. I have to finish the liner notes before I mail though. I love the fact that we all like different music and have different styles. My mix is more pop-ish, but it's got those weird obscure bands thrown in too. And it flows so well! My favorite mix tape was one I made for Craig in college after we had broken up. I loved him so. Craig was the one who started me on the path to psychic enlightenment. Kind of like your friend, Gretchen. Sounds like a similar experience. I was a lone wiccan too. After he broke up with me, I made him this story mix tape. It was so long it took two 90 minute tapes to tell. It ran the whole gamut of our relationship from the first blush of love to the breakup to the screw you I'm way better without you now.
I couldn't bear to part with it. I spent so much time choosing the albums, CD's and tapes to create it with. I wore it out playing it in my own car. I guess it was therapy for me instead. Catherine and I danced to it in the rain on a dirt road. Counting Flowers on the wall by the Statler Brothers was on and it just begged to be danced to.
What I mix though, about mix tapes, is the organic-ness of creating that tape. The stops, rewinding to make sure it flowed, the stacking and planning. Now it's five minutes and your CD is done. It's not as satisfying as flipping through the records, putting them on the turntable, pressing record. My lps now sit in a corner waiting for their turntable so they can sing again.
Kitty Kat Dance
I failed to mention we got a new cat at the beginning of October. Logan named him Bix and he is super funny in that catty way. The dog was more excited that the kids though, she has someone to play with now. And they are so cute in their matching collars. I'll put pictures up later.
Back to work, I have a paper to write and it's late.
I will NEVER lose my wonder. That's the thing that makes kids and teenagers sparkly, and so endearing even in their selfishness. That sense that all is new, crisp and ready to be eaten like ripe peaches. Peaches that have been grown just for them and only them.
Well, I'm not giving up my peaches. Ever.
I find my contradictions funny sometimes though.
I run with the grocery cart and jump on for a ride when it's fast enough. (Thought I was the only adult around here who did that, until I saw someone I knew at least 10 years my senior do the same) I drink coffee and read the news, every page, every section (well except the sports since I just don't give a damn). I smoke occasionally, especially on late night writing sessions when only the nicotine will clear the air. I ride a kids bike. Yes really, Decker and I have the same bike. The exception is I have the big ape hanger handlebars with grips that match my paint. And I ride it to work, at the golf course, where the adults are. I still run through puddles and piles of leaves and marvel at how miraculous our world is. The mall amazes me, people amaze me. The world enthralls me. And now it's even better since I get to see it new, all over again with the kids. And when and if they have kids, I'll get to see the world new again with the grandkids. So the world to me is never old and I will always be young in spirit.
As for raising kids today, it's a challenge. They don't face the same things we did or at least not in exactly the same way. It's finding that balance between discipline, openness and freedom. I don't know the best way, but I will stumble my way through like we all do.
Music
I've created music CD's for everyone that will be in the mail later this week. I'm excited. The strange thing is, I started a soundtrack about us, but it changed to a mix of some of my favorites. I have to finish the liner notes before I mail though. I love the fact that we all like different music and have different styles. My mix is more pop-ish, but it's got those weird obscure bands thrown in too. And it flows so well! My favorite mix tape was one I made for Craig in college after we had broken up. I loved him so. Craig was the one who started me on the path to psychic enlightenment. Kind of like your friend, Gretchen. Sounds like a similar experience. I was a lone wiccan too. After he broke up with me, I made him this story mix tape. It was so long it took two 90 minute tapes to tell. It ran the whole gamut of our relationship from the first blush of love to the breakup to the screw you I'm way better without you now.
I couldn't bear to part with it. I spent so much time choosing the albums, CD's and tapes to create it with. I wore it out playing it in my own car. I guess it was therapy for me instead. Catherine and I danced to it in the rain on a dirt road. Counting Flowers on the wall by the Statler Brothers was on and it just begged to be danced to.
What I mix though, about mix tapes, is the organic-ness of creating that tape. The stops, rewinding to make sure it flowed, the stacking and planning. Now it's five minutes and your CD is done. It's not as satisfying as flipping through the records, putting them on the turntable, pressing record. My lps now sit in a corner waiting for their turntable so they can sing again.
Kitty Kat Dance
I failed to mention we got a new cat at the beginning of October. Logan named him Bix and he is super funny in that catty way. The dog was more excited that the kids though, she has someone to play with now. And they are so cute in their matching collars. I'll put pictures up later.
Back to work, I have a paper to write and it's late.
posted by Jen Nuessen at 10:21 PM
2 Comments:
Hey, cool. I ride my grocery carts too!
Oh, god, grocery cart riding. Almost two years ago I was in miami with my 40 fellow brand new Peace Corps trainees. We had all these stupid ice breakers and orientation things all day. Then at night we went out and did things that responsible representatives of our great nation shouldn´t do...like ride grocery carts around empty parking lots.
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