A Lizard’s Tale

Those of you who know my son know that he isn’t exactly gentle when it comes to handling the various creepies and crawlies that he collects.

So when he started hollering from the back patio the other day and I walked out and saw this . . .

and this . . .

I had to cringe.

“G . . . did you pull off his tail?”

“No, Mom! He played his trick on me. He dropped his tail so I’d think he was dead.”

I had no idea that a tail dropped by a lizard continues to flip . . .

and flop . . .

and wiggle around for a full ten minutes.

Very disturbing.

G had to keep it . . . it being the tail. The rest of the lizard made a successful escape, much to G’s dismay.

“It’s still alive, Mom.”

“Uh, huh.”

He even poked holes in the Ziploc® so the tail could breathe. How thoughtful.

And I’m sure you all are just itching to accept a dinner invitation now that you’ve seen my silverware in action.

Cheers,
D

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Ugh,
D

Loopholes

Tonight we had chicken ranch burritos for dinner.

G sat at the table, his burrito clutched in his left hand, happily eating away, left elbow on the table.

I told him to remove his elbow from the table.

He complained that he couldn’t eat with his elbow down.

I told him he could . . . elbows do not belong on the table.

G looked at me, put his right hand on the table, put his left elbow on top of it and continued eating.

If there is a loophole that child will find it.

I never knew raising a child would require contract law experience.

Maybe he will work for a giant corporation in their legal division one day. I hear they pay big money to people with a talent for exploiting loopholes.

Meanwhile I’m going to go practice giving explicit instructions.

D

Cursive

R brought this home from school today . . . work she did earlier this week . . .


I remember when she couldn’t get a Cheerio® in her mouth.

I also remember when she put seed beads on a beading needle a week before she turned three.

At this exact moment I am also acutely aware of the fact that she is over halfway to sixteen.

Must (sigh) get (sniff) tissue.

D

1928 Fletcher Avenue

Sometimes really cool things happen . . . for what appears to be no reason. Maybe someday you discover there was a reason for this really cool thing happening . . . or maybe you don’t . . . it doesn’t matter. It is as though G-d smiles down and you one day and says, “Here . . . this is for you . . . just because, just for fun.”

Last week G-d smiled down at my mom and gave her a “just because” gift. I got to be there and it was pretty neat. Here is what happened . . .

Mom spent the majority of her youth in Southern California – South Pasadena to be exact – which just happens to be in the same half of California where Husband and kids and I are spending the next few years. Needless to say, when Mom was visiting last week she wanted to explore the area she remembers so vividly from her childhood . . . so we took a drive and did just that.

We found the street she lived on in elementary school. We found the location of the first house she and Aunt J and Nana lived in which is now a church parking lot. We also found the second house they lived in . . .

This house . . .

at 1928 Fletcher Avenue. It is a gorgeous Craftsman style home built in 1905.

When we pulled up in front of the house the front door was open . . . which allowed Mom to see the pillars inside and confirm that it was indeed the house she remembered.

It also allowed us to see that the house was clearly empty. We also noticed a For Sale sign in the yard and a maintenance company vehicle parked in the driveway . . . and being one of those people who isn’t afraid to ask . . . I asked the handyman if we could peek in the windows. He told us we could go past the windows. We did and Mom got to spend half an hour wandering through the house she lived in when she was in 5th and 6th grade.

It was pretty awesome.

This is the stair landing Nana stood on when she lectured Mom . . . because by the time Mom was in 6th grade she had a good five inches on her mother and because if a mama is going to scold her children it is much more effective if the mama has the height advantage . . . real or artificial.

Clearly a bit of updating has been done.

This pool wasn’t there.

The garage was where this tree house is now.

The door to the backyard was here. Now it is an office area.

I covet this ceiling.

So beautiful . . .

I love touring these old Craftsman homes . . . the fact that Mom and Aunt J used to sit in the dining room in this one and play Canasta when it was too hot to play outside made this walk through extra special. The house at 1928 Fletcher Avenue is gorgeous . . . sale pending . . . asking price $1,099,999. I am pretty sure the rent Nana paid in 1949 wouldn’t cover those mortgage payments.

So grateful for the “just because” gifts we get from G-d,
D

P.S. No picture of the upstairs bedrooms! Ugh! Too busy running the video camera to catch Mom’s commentary . . .

P.S.S. For really great pictures of the house that were not taken with a device intended to be a phone . . . check out the MLS link.