SOLC 21 of 31 : Waiting.

The snow has started to gently flutter to the ground.

We wait.

The worst is yet to come.

So we wait and we will see.

The snow may be deep.

We will wait for the plows.

Will power be knocked out?

Will we have school tomorrow?

Will another day of spring break be taken away?

We wait and we will see.



SOLC 20 of 31: Morning Cram

Do I have time to make the french toast he requested?

7:06. He leaves at 7:21.

Yes, I’ll do it.

Do I have time to make her breakfast too?

7:15. She leaves at 7:35.

Yes, I’ll do it.

Do I have time to empty the dishwasher, load the dishwasher and wash the pots?

Yes, I’ll do it.

Do I have time to write my slice?

Yes, I’ll do it.

Do I have time to send a text about payment for the dinner tonight for teachers?

Yes, I’ll do it.

Do I have time to reach out to my counselor about an important conference today?

Yes, I’ll do it.

In the midst of a morning cram, it’s amazing what can be done when multi-tasking meets motivation and need.



SOLC 19 of 31: Nana’s crafts

My kids call my mom, Nana.

At Nana’s house, in the drawer in the kitchen, sits a can covered with wrapping paper and pencils that holds pens and pencils. I made it with my mom over 30 years ago.

About 5 years ago, while staying with my kids for an exteneded vacation, my mom had my kids make a pencil holder for me. It still sits in my kitchen and holds our pens and pencils. An easy craft, re-used aluminum can, wrapping paper and ribbons and made with love.

My mom loved to do crafts with me and I love to do crafts still! With my children, she’s always on the lookout for fun crafts to buy or things to do with them. She’s a do-er. And more importantly than the end product (which  may be beautiful or useful), it is the care and the time spent together that makes the crafting special. Thanks for sharing that with us Nana!



SOLC 18 of 31: Grandpas and Crosswords

She sat on the couch last night and picked up the comics from the newspaper that her grandfather had been reading.

She then picked up a pencil and attempted the crossword. She’s never done that before. She asked her grandpa (who was visiting for help.) He loved it.

His father, was excellent at Crosswords. My grandfather, Ira. He was known to do the New York Times puzzles religiously. He regularly completed the weekday puzzles and often completed most if not all of the Sunday puzzles.

My Dad, her Pop-Pop, is also excellent at them. He learned the tricks of the puzzle from hsi father. Abbreviations in the clue mean abbreviations in the answer. Plurals in the clue, means a plural in the answer, and so forth.


Later in the evening when she was tucked in bed, I asked her what prompted her to pick up the crossword puzzle. She said, “I don’t know. I was bored.” It made me think of my grandfather. It prompted me to tell her some stories about her Great Grandpa Ira. It reminded me that for a time, I too, loved doing crossward puzzles – especially on my commute. I was okay at Monday and Tuesday, but beyond that…I was no match for the puzzles.

We ended our conversation with an agreement to get some easier crosswards to try together. What an unintended way to restart a family tradition.  So glad she picked up that paper!

SOLC 17 of 31: Play Day, Work Day

I have to work all day,

they will be playing.

I will be coding transcripts,

they will be travelling to Philadelphia.

I will be reading text books,

they will be riding a hop-on, hop-off bus.

I’ll be learning about Dyslexia,

they will be learning about the City of Brotherly love.

I will be alone,

they will be with their cousin and granparents.

I am hoping for a productive day,

they are hoping for an adventure.


SOLC 16 of 31: It looked okay, until… it didn’t.

My 8 year old couch in my living room looked okay, until…it didn’t. And then, I started shopping for a new one.

The rug in my living room, looked okay, until…it didn’t. That was when I replaced my couch and then the rug wouldn’t match. And then, I started shopping for a new one.

The chairs in my living room looked okay, until…they didn’t. That was when I replaced my couch and rug and then the chairs wouldn’t match. And then, I got new chairs to match the new sofa.

The paint color in my living room was okay, until…it wasn’t. That was when I replaced the couch, rug and chairs and now I’m not sure that the paint matches.

And if I paint the living room a new color, then the paint in the kitchen won’t be right…

…and if I paint the kitchen then the rest of the rooms on the open floor plan will all need to be changed.

It all looked okay until…it didn’t.

SOLC 15 of 31: Breakfast shouldn’t taste like Dessert

“Breakfast shouldn’t taste like dessert,” the article about how to cut back on sugar said.

But I like dessert, my inner voice says.  And dessert for breakfast, YES!

The article pointed to the savory breakfasts that many other countries enjoy – particularly veggies for breakfast.  I recall being in Israel one summer and being introduced to salad for breakfast (and nutella!, but I digress).

The article made many good points about how to cut back sugar or eliminate it.  I should take note. I should try some of these ideas. Even one.

Maybe tomorrow breakfast won’t taste like dessert. Maybe.

SOLC 14 of 31: Wrestling Mom

Six years of being a wrestling mom. He started in 1st grade.

My little guy, especially at age 6 when he started, not the type that you’d think of as a wrestler. He was shy, quiet and anxious.  But my husband signed him up for Rec Wrestling in 1st grade and I figured, why not, let’s give it a go.

It’s funny the things you get into to support your kids. As he gave it a go, I became a wrestling mom – team parent, mat cheerleader, hugger, ego builder-upper.  There is a t-shirt that I’ve seen other wrestling moms wear – it says, “I can’t keep calm, I’m a wrestling mom!” and that pretty much sums it up.

Watching my son wrestle through the years has been exciting and nerve-wracking. He’s loved and hated the sport all at the same time. When asked recently if he’ll continue in Middle School he said, “Well, me and wrestling we have a love-hate relationship.”  But, he has LOVED his coaches, LOVED the feeling of strength when he conquers a hard opponent and LOVED that not that many kids are wrestlers.  He claims that he’s hanging up his wrestling shoes as a wrestler and will return next season as an Assistant Coach of the Rec Team.

No matter what, we’ve all learned new things through this journey. I’ve learned new lingo to yell: pins, cradles, half-nelson, take-down and all about the way this sport builds you up both physically and emotionally. He’s learned that he’s stronger than he thinks – in every way.

I wouldn’t have predicted that he would have been a wrestler. But I’ve learned to love this part of the journey and become a wrestling mom!

SOLC 13 of 31: Did I miss it?

Another early morning snowstorm on a weekday begs the question: cancellation or delayed opening?

I’m praying for a full day or a delay – not a cancellation. We can’t afford to lose any more days of school to our already-reduced-spring-break.

The dog wakes me up, not the auto-dialer phone call.

Did I miss it?

I peek out the window. Yes, a few inches have fallen as predicted.

Two different school districts in my household – did I miss them both?

Down the stairs to feed the dog, and I check my cell phone.

Sure enough, VM from my district: Delayed opening.

Nothing from my kids’ district.

I check e-mail, school webpages to be sure. No messages of cancellation for my kiddos.

I’m delayed. They are not.

I got out to shovel while my son waits for the bus.

No bus. Did I miss it?

I shovel. He waits. Did I miss it?

Just as I’m about to go back inside to check the website again, I hear the rumble of his bus coing down the street.

No, I didn’t miss it.


SOLC 12 of 31: Omaha Steaks

It was like a message from above, a sign, from the sign “Omaha Steaks – SALE today!”

You see, when my grandparents were alive, not only did they send us grapefruits and oranges from Florida, but they sent us a box of Omaha Steaks once a year. Then, it seemed like an odd choice for a care package. Now, it seems like the most thoughtful way to make sure we had an easy and delicious dinner.

It’s been a while since I’ve had Omaha Steaks. My parents still buy them for themselves and offer to get them for me, but I’ve declined.

Yesterday, while out visiting an art gallery in a locale that I’m not normally in, my daughter and I walked right past an Omaha Steaks store. We HAD to go in. We HAD to buy steaks and potatoes. We HAD to.

I’m looking forward to my ready to cook steaks and potatoes meals. Thanks Grandma Bernice and Grandpa Ira – still looking out for me, even after all of these years!

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