One and Done #8

Welcome to One and Done Sunday. One picture and five links that are worth your time.

What a week. I’m whooped. Highlights included:

  • The few blissful days when our street was quiet because of the huge tree that fell out of our yard and completely blocked it.
  • The zombie ninja makeup I did for #5, which I totally pulled out of my ass – wait, that didn’t sound right. We were going to do a practice run of the makeup but then the power was out and Halloween got cancelled and I thought I was off the hook. But Thursday night we got an email from the elementary school saying all Halloween festivities were on for, you guessed it, Friday! I had exactly ten minutes to do his makeup cold on his lunch break and didn’t get a good picture of it but it includes a throwing star embedded in his forehead. He was pleased.
  • Taking the kids to the mall and just hanging out Tuesday night. You know, because the mall had power, and we didn’t. We bought snow boots and ate pretzels and some of the children got some things pierced, though I did stop short of taking them to get tattooed. #1 did that on her own a couple weeks ago. Um, yes, we have a tattoo shop at our mall. It is New Jersey, after all.
  • Being able to do laundry again once the power came back on. My god, you have no idea how much laundry there is for a family of seven until you can’t run the machine constantly. CC and I even had more than one conversation about sending #1 and #2 to go and find an open laundromat and do all the laundry. I talked him out of it both times (girls, you can thank me at Christmas).
  • The fact that the unwanted candy bowl is loaded with peanut M&M’s because all the kids hate them.
  • Oh right! And an extra hour of sleep tonight!

Here’s your picture:

From the aforementioned tree, blocking the aforementioned road.

And here are your links.

Robyn at Team Oyenyi has been one of my greatest supporters. She became a stepmom to four overnight, but also had to endure a nightmare of political maneuvering to be able to bring her family all together in one country. I can’t tell you how much it thrills me that Friday marked five months of everyone being in one place. She’s doing a great job. Team Oyenyi Five Months of Family Life.

This is a good ghost story: The Feast Of All Souls. The Single Cell.

Truly excellent pictures of a one-eyed hawk, from a Connecti-can who still doesn’t have power back: Cheryl Zovich

Quick. Funny. Leanne Shirtliffe at Ironic Mom: Stephen King on Parenting.

Quirky. Funny. Ellie Ann Soderstrom Why Meth Dealers Are the Best Boyfriends.

Happy Sunday.

One and Done #2

Welcome to One and Done Sunday. A picture, and five links that are worth your time. Today with a couple of extra thoughts because of the date.

Superficial snapshot ten years ago: Aida tour, playing Phoenix. I lived there at the time so I got to stay at home instead of a hotel. I was packing up all my stuff to put in storage for probably forever and close out the guest house rental that was the very first place I’d ever lived all by myself.

I didn’t have a TV. I found out about the attacks when our company manager called to tell me the show was cancelled. It’s another post that I likely will never write, but there were things happening in my personal life at this time that made this tragedy seem not out of place.

The rest of the week passed in a stupor. When our run in Phoenix was over and we loaded out, planes still weren’t flying yet. Our company manager did a lot of string pulling and wrote a personal check to get us a sleeper bus that would take us to our next stop in Austin. It was Blink-182’s bus, available because they too were canceling shows, reeling from what had happened.

It was a long drive from Phoenix to Austin. We’re stagehands, so we did what we do: made each other laugh and told stories. We watched The Brady Bunch movie. We snagged a couple hours of sleep. The bus was stocked with snacks and I ate Blink-182’s Cap’n Crunch. Though things got far worse before they got better, speaking personally and globally, this is the moment where I began to heal.

It’s important to me to remember those moments of beginnings.

Fast forward five years to September 11, 2006.

These kids and their Dad and I hopped a plane in LA and flew back to New Jersey and started a life together. We had to get a special written dispensation to carry #5’s butt cream on the plane. I won’t speak for them, but as for me, I have never regretted any of it- the decision, the flight, or the butt cream (though I’m pretty happy he finally got potty trained).

Here are your links:

Clay Morgan is also remembering something different five years ago. The Greatest Teacher I Ever Had.

Funny: Tips for pet sitters by Paul Johnson, aka The Good Greatsby

Myth? No, an honest-to-god good day at the airport. Betty Londergan at What Gives 365

A really excellent picture of goats: Cheryl Zovich, Cur Tales

The best 9/11 post you didn’t read this week: Ten Years ago, Ed Whitehead had a view of the World Trade Center out his bedroom window and forty rolls of film. Perfect Souls Shine Through at Punchnels

That is five. However, given the gravity of the day, I leave you with one more which I would categorize as frickin’ hilarious by one of my favorite blogger/artists ever. Hyperbole and A Half: The Alot is Better Than You At Everything. Enjoy.