Taken by my 4 1/2-year-old budding photographer
We finally found our weekend groove. We’ve never been able to strike the right balance between doing something and getting something done, until now. We found that a short, fun activity each day makes the weekend enjoyable, but still productive, as we have plenty of time left for weekend projects.
So last week we wanted to go to the Tulip Festival in Skagit County. The tulips grown in Skagit County account for 75 percent of the tulips sold in the U.S., according to Sunset magazine. Basically, you pack the kids in the car, drive up there and traipse through the vast tulip fields, taking pictures and gazing at acres and acres of tulips and daffodils. The farm that we visited has beautiful gardens as well, in bloom for photos, and they sell flowers and food.
I entered this raffle and had a chance to share it with my readers. Please click on “The key to reason” at the top of this page or to the left, for this week’s post.
We love cruises — in fact, most of our vacations, all if you don’t count family visits, are cruises. We’ve found that with two small children, cruises are the way to go. When we wanted to go to Hawaii, the resorts that had kids’ clubs would only take kids that were five years old and older. When we looked at cruises, we found that they took two-year-olds, and better still, when we cruised the Caribbean, our ship took our infant on port days. Please visit read more
I got another call last week.
“Hello, this is the Putnam County Sheriff’s Department. Your father’s part of a program where we call him every day to make sure he’s ok. He didn’t answer today. I’m outside his house right now.”
“Oh, yes, I know about the program. What can I help you with?”
“Well, I called both key holders and I can’t get in touch with either one. Does your father have any keys hidden outside the house?”
When you marry someone, you marry their whole family. I’ve always believed that, and it’s true. My ex-husband tried to convince me that it’s not true, which was funny because when I was with him, we had dinner twice a week at his mom’s house. That wasn’t all. Aside from consulting his mother about every decision he made and having coffee with her every day on his way to work in the morning, we had a deep, dark secret to deal with, and I can’t believe I married him in the first place. In the interest of protecting myself, I can’t say what it was, but let me say I’m just glad we made a clean break.
Who would stay in a family like that? I did. Not for long, though. My first marriage only lasted a year and I’m so glad it ended when it did.
You see all kinds of things at Wal-Mart. Just last week I witnessed something disturbing. I was at a Wal-Mart in southern Virginia – the South, not the Deep South – and I noticed a horrible thing. I was with my family and my mother-in-law, and every time the white folks and I passed a black shopper in the aisle, they made a point to steer extremely clear of us. I brushed by one black man between displays and I said, “Excuse –“ but he’d already huffed off.
I complain about Seattle a lot, but one thing I don’t see there is racism. I’m sure there is some racism, especially in the Seattle police department, if you follow the news, but I have never seen the kind of open hostility that I saw in Virginia.