Potty Training and Bing Crosby

In November, when Dr Q’s grandfather passed on at 89 years of age, we inherited a 1960’s era cabinet stereo and turntable. And a zillion records. It’s actually a pretty nice looking piece of cherry (the real deal) wood furniture. Given that most of the records predate my birth, it took Dr Q and I a little while to figure out how to actually USE the turntable feature. I can very vaguely remember owning some type Fischer Price kid’s turntable and a crazy record called Music Machine, only because the songs from that record randomly crop up in my brain and drive me crazy for days at a time.

Tonight, I was feeling quite June Cleaverish as we sat down to enjoy our homemade organic chicken and dumplings with fresh green beans and the best biscuits I’ve ever managed to make. Dr. Q successfully put a Bing Crosby album on and the fantasy was complete.

In the interest of honesty, I should add that we listened to Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas album 1st, Gamma whined about eating a new food all the way through dinner, Rho wanted to eat only biscuits and I spent two songs cleaning up urine (potty training is NOT going so well) off the wood floor. But for one shining moment the fantasy was real.

My first blog post.

I’ve been meaning to start one of these blogs for ages, but just haven’t gotten the time to get around to it. Lately, in fact, I haven’t gotten around to doing tons of things, key among them being a good friend. I recently learned that a friend of mine. WhyMommy, was diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer this past summer. This is a friend whose wedding I was in, a friend who traveled clear across the country at considerable inconvenience and expense to attend mine. And I had no idea, because I hadn’t bothered to keep in touch with any of my friends for the past two years. Clearly, it is time for that, and many other things in my life to change. For the better. No excuses.