A long time ago

in a galaxy far, far away, I, like millions of others, started a journey with George Lucas. 42 years later it will come to a close for me tonight. I hope I like where they take the story. I hope I feel it is the right ending to a 42 year journey.

I’m not the “#1” Star Wars fan, would never claim to be. I don’t know every little detail, every nugget of trivia or lore. But I love the world of Star Wars. And a part of me is quite sad to see the end of the three trilogies. What a massive universe to enter into as a seven year old to finally skywalk out it as a 49 year old.

May the force be with you.

Oh my lanta

Second (or connecting) flight is delayed almost 2 hours. I wanna see my kid!

Older Son is gaining so much independence and knowledge of how to handle life stuff.

And I’m slowly (and I mean slowly) learning that I have to let go of control.

That’s gonna take a shit ton of work, and learning to let go.

While Older Son has about another decade before he has the PhD, I am a paleontologist’s mom.

A sample of his patience with my ignorance.

Lifelong learners. 🙂

Older Son had a safe flight out to Montana yesterday. He is out there with GeoDESLA2019. Super proud of this kid. He’s in his element and I know he’ll learn a lot. Follow the adventure at www.geodesla2019.wordpress.com.

And so it has begun. He flew by himself. He worked his first job this summer. It was at a sleep-away camp so we only saw him on his day off. He’s jumping leaps and bounds in the gaining independence category this summer. Two years…and he’ll be at college.

And so it has begun. Some of his days off were spent with friends, and I barely saw him. He’s learned quite quickly different spending habits when it’s money he worked for. He independently handled the airport, a flight with strangers that at the end of the Montana trip will be friends.

This is all joyful and what parents hope will happen for their children…but, dagnabbit, it flies by.

And so it has begun…Younger Son has started a transformation as well with the change in summer norms. He’s been doing projects around the house, enjoying full control of the PS4, went to both sailing camps, and is in full swing with marching band.

And so it continues. They are both still my babies, always will be my Squid & Jellyfish. Always those two sweet mischievous boys. They know their sappy, emotional mom and so they give hugs when she asks, pose sweetly for pics (and sometimes goofy). They are putting it all together and making connections about this thing called life so beautifully.

And so it has begun that in the not too distant future I will be obsolete from the day to day little things and shift to the bigger picture conversations and questions. And I will embrace that as I have every other moment of their lives. And hold them in my heart always.

So Our House of Chaos has been going along at its normal clip. Marching band has officially started up again (but does it ever really stop, I think not). Older Son started working at his first job (kitchen staff at the camp!) a couple of weeks ago. Younger Son is there this week for sailing camp. So the house is quiet other than the menagerie of animals.

But the thing is I seriously am being haunted by my bro and I wish I could figure out what he’s trying to tell me. Had a dream we were having lunch together, but my mind must have been scared because I got hung up on condiments in the dream, and then realized I was missing time to see Bro, realized it was a dream while in the dream, and woke up.

Heard “Landslide” in the hoagie shop with Younger Son yesterday. Burst into a giant ugly cry. Yes, people noticed. Younger Son was super, cleaned everything up so I could ugly cry my way quickly out the door. Haven’t heard that song on a radio station in over a year.

And then he’s just so in my head and I can’t get him out of it. Still in a bout with the dagnabbit vertigo. Not sleeping well, not eating well.

Just want to have a good night’s sleep. Hoping the mental dump to you, my five or so Gentle Readers, will help.

Debated putting this under “My Lunch with”…but went with Musings….

#adulting #adulthood

So I see these pop up now and then. Posts about being an adult. Often about basic skills of life, cooking, laundry, the day-to-day tasks that adults have had to do since there were adults.

I will tell you the hardest part of being an adult.

Not laughing when the person farts in the stall next to you. Especially at work, but really anywhere.

That, Gentle Readers, is the hardest part of being an adult.

Older Son’s Venom

Super proud of Older Son. He submitted a stop-motion animation short to a student film festival and tonight he walked the red carpet. Four films from his high school were accepted, and two won, though not his. Hubby, Younger Son, and I were there to cheer him on.

After a small celebration (we have the meats), we went home. After Younger Son and I played a few rounds of Connect 4, with me demonstrating how to lose gracefully, we had a good talk about how gracefully Older Son handles not winning or placing at his competitions, like the festival or the talent show. These are important lessons to learn now before they face harder challenges. And they both win and lose with grace and humility.

There were some great short films. Some of them really had a strong way of connecting to people. A lot of interesting ideas and perspectives, a bit like looking into the teenage brain to see how it processes the world.

Congratulations to all the student film-makers!

A couple of pics and a link to the short.

Artists Alike Studios Film Festival

Proud mama moment

Spino 59 Venom