Captain Me Planet

The clearly very discriminating and of good taste, Ms. Claire Davis of Santa Cruise, CA, honored me by referencing this post on being a blogaholic. She, being a contributing editor at blogher, must obviously know excellent work when she sees it. Or I just got awfully lucky. Either way, thanks Claire.

Her piece, and reference, is here.

Good stuff over there.

But I must add an addendum (sp?) now. At the time of that post, I was early in my recovery. Like maybe only 36 day tokens in. About 2 months more, after the DTs had subsided, and things got back to more normal, I added a few links to people I really do write outside of the blog, have much in common with, and feel encouraged by. And I don’t go there every day. Just maybe a couple of times a week. And I enable comments a while after that, just ‘cause I wanted to see if I’m really recovered. And you know what? I am.

Mostly.

I also taped little index cards around my house, in places I would see them frequently (like in the pantry, the bathroom, beside the coffee maker, and on the fridge and washing machine, and computer) saying I have right now. Cheezy, maybe. But it really does help me remember how I want to spend the bulk of my time, and it ain’t slumped over this laptop. It’s living life with my children, husband and all the other real people, to me, in my life.

I’m all verklempt.

The night before Easter. Traditional, somber, reverent, Easter grill out and dance party. The Captain and Private Three. Doing a little disco.

And only a week or so late, our Easter Egg Endeavor pics.

Private Three’s hands took more dye than the eggs…

Can you see the heart?

Heart Egg by Private Two

And just after Easter Day, more new life. I found a butterfly, sitting in the driveway, and brought it inside for the children to see. She stayed on Private Three, just long enough to grab my camera, get a so-so shot, and then we chased her around the house to set her free.

Friday night brought our Karate Kid’s second belt test. Moving on up to second yellow, with an orange stripe.

Blurry, but proud.

And last, but not least. This is my fridge.

And this is the floor beside my fridge.

And this the crawl space, under our house, as seen through the floor, beside my fridge. It’s a gaping hole.

Somebody didn’t seem to think that a constantly leaking fridge would cause much damage. Guess what? Wood tends to rot when wet. And rot spreads. And now we see that the front part of our second floor, the one that happens to be occupied by our children, is resting on an I beam, that rests on 2 2x4s, that rests on a plate of soggy, rotting, wood. Oh boy.

Have a happy Monday. I know we will, while I we try to keep our 5 year old out of the crawl space that is now in our kitchen.