adulthood and other myths
Hi Sweet Ones,
We had a super fun “woodsy” for Col’s birthday.
A woodsy is when you go to the woods not so much with binoculars and journal, but more with friends, beer and elk stew.
If you don’t see many children, it’s because they’re all shoehorned around the cake in this photo.
I think Col has blown out every year’s birthday candles in my arms; he says when everyone sings to him it makes him a little nervous but it’s me that scoops him up unsolicited. If you need a boost when you turn 47, Col, I’m totally here for you.
Junction creek was completely frozen over and the kids only came off the ice to grab hunks of baguette.
Have I told you about the Colorado sun yet? Sunny days are so prevalent here that everyone gets sort of excited on grey, overcast days, finally feeling justified to stay home, drink coffee and do a little pleasantly melancholic journaling. Also, being 6512 feet closer to the sun, even when it’s listing to the south, counts for a lot. It also allows you to have a woodsy in January.
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On another note, and another birthday, Dan recently turned 40! I made that acorn meal cake with chokecherry frosting and damn, it was good.
There’s no better birthday present than kid art, right?
I also published a little story called Adulthood on Mamalode about Dan’s birthday and the craziness of turning 40 when you still remember all the lyrics to Blondie’s Call Me, from 1980.
Somehow I thought it would be different, this adulthood, like you grow up and the oceanliners “self-confidence” and “competence” anchor at your dock forever. I don’t even have an ironclad parenting philosophy; you know—the kind you wear on your belt, flicking open to produce an array of efficient and appropriate tools to get out of any bind.
You may remember that Mamalode is that site where I get paid based on the number of unique clicks the story receives. And I wish that instead of explaining this detail every time I write for them, I had a code word I could drop. It could be like on Portlandia (which Dan and I watch on Netflix, crying with laughter), when the pink-haired girl wants a way to say “stop” to her sex-crazed boyfriend and comes up with the code word “cacao.” And then she goes a little overboard, hissing “cacao” when he puts his hand on her shoulders, or just texting him the word “cacao.”
Anyway, check out Adulthood, share with your friends and be well,
ps: Mamalode is a great site, with excellent writers and a cool mission, that you should check out anyway.
pps: thanks for crying and celebrating with me on this post.