What they will say about me.

Sometimes I picture my kids, many years from now, sitting around a table and reminiscing about their mom.

Remember how she would say, “Sure, I’ll make you a pb&j sandwich,” and then she’d go in the kitchen and get distracted by a spot on the stove or something sparkly in the silverware drawer and a half hour later she’d return saying, “I made myself some nachos. Did anybody else want anything?”

Yeah, and the way she’d always say, “Just as soon as I check my email,” and next thing you know an hour had passed and she’d be trying to show you something about the last guy to climb Mt. Everest or the latest theory on the disappearance of the dinosaurs and she’d have about a dozen windows open on her computer and still hadn’t checked her email.

Sure, and how about the way she’d get us all revved up for running errands with her and then she’d just lock us out of the house and we’d have to blow an entire day at the library and eating pizza and walking ALL over town.

So, maybe I get a bit distracted at times.

At least, that’s how I’m choosing to think of it. I refuse to consider that it might be early signs of dementia and, as often as I’ve used the line, “must be that tumor in my head again,” I certainly don’t believe I suffer from such a horrible affliction.

Sometimes my head just gets full and, on occasion, important details fall out.

Just as my keys somehow “fell out” of the things-that-need-to-be-in-my-hands list BEFORE I walked out the door today… and locked it.

The good news is that the high was only 104 degrees today and – now that we live near the center of everything – hubby’s office, the library, the pizza place, and the grocery store, are all nothing more than a pleasant little endurance jaunt from our house.

Let’s just say we took a potential negative and… it turned out better than I thought it might. Rather than run our final, before vacation errands, we found some good books at the library and spent quite a bit of time reading them. We discovered that Pyramid Pizza is not only affordable; it’s not half bad eating. We got to hear Judy Coder at a noon-time concert and got our very first lesson in yodeling. And we got to enjoy some Jones Soda – a very good treat for a day spent in the sun.

Sometimes, the days just don’t go as you planned. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a good day anyway.

Because hubby was working out of town for much of the day, getting keys to get back into the house was not as easy as I thought it might be. We pretty much made a day of being out-on-foot and the kids were THRILLED when he finally pulled in the driveway late this afternoon, our hero, to let us into the house. My oldest daugter giggled/cried with relief, but even she admitted that it wasn’t such a bad day.

I hope one of the things they say about me when they are gathered around that table many, many years from now is this:

Remember how Mom could always roll with the punches? Remember how she’d take something potentially bad, and turn it into something good? She always looked at each day as another opportunity, even when she had no idea what was in store.

It wouldn’t be an accurate description of who I’ve been for much of my life, but I hope it is an apt description of the person I’m growing up to be.