Ahhhhhh.

Brilliant women

By now you may have picked up on the occasional note of desperation in my blogging. A little exhaustion, feeling spread a wee bit thin. This year has been the most demanding and rewarding year in my life, and it left me feeling at a very low ebb in my emotional resources. This weekend was just the recharge that I needed.

I went to the Mormon Women’s Forum Counterpoint Conference. They invited me to speak on the work I’ve been doing for WAVE, and so I got to spend the weekend hanging out with my feminist heroes, my dear friends, and surround myself in this supportive community that extended me blessings and love and every good thing.

The writing and activism stuff I’ve been doing has been so rewarding to me, but it is emotionally costly. This weekend I felt all of that emotion I’ve been putting out given back to me in the most beautifully tender ways.

I’ve also learned about an exciting new charity that I feel compelled to get involved with. Judy Dushku, that beautiful silver fox in the photo, runs an African charity for survivors of war trauma. I’ll write up a better post in the future, but it was so personally meaningful to me, and so incredibly moving, that after her speech I had to just go up to her, hold her hands, and say, “I want in.”

Which seems to be leaving my mouth a lot these days. I’ve also been pitching in a little bit behind the scenes of a really wonderful magazine for Mormon women, Exponent II, and my friends there have tried to protect me from myself by volunteering to go easy on me. But I can’t help myself. There’s a lot in this world I care about and I want to be involved in all of it.

I had a former bishop who used to always say, “A change is as good as a rest.” When someone would get exhausted and frustrated by volunteering in one capacity, he’d ask them to volunteer somewhere else. He did this with his kids too. When they would whine about doing yard work, he’d send them inside to fold laundry. A change of environment, a use of different muscles, could be just as comforting as taking a break and twice as productive. This is a principle that works in my life. I get exhausted with fighting bureaucracy for Atti’s care, so I write something, and when I get sick of writing something, I make something. It’s a careful balancing act, but it is FAR more rewarding than taking a nap.

In order to pull it off, I just need to relish the weekends I get like this last one, surrounded by friends who cheer me on and prove to me where the true rewards in life are.

Off again

Baby love

As this posts I’m on my way to the airport for a weekend in Salt Lake talking about women power stuff. It is such a charge to hang out with such brilliant people and talk about something I care about so much. And such a pleasure to have a way to use my brain for something other than obsessing over therapy access.

It’s so nice to have a break, but I’m going to miss my best little buddy. Have a great weekend everyone! See you here on Monday.

2010 Year of Pleasures #42

Pumpkin Frozen Yogurt

Fall is here!

And with it comes the fabulous flavor of pumpkin in all of my favorite treats. Pumpkin bread, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin spiced hot chocolate, and pumpkin flavored frozen yogurt. I don’t know if I love it so much because it tastes so great or because I want what I can’t have most of the year. But either way, for the next couple of months I am going to get the pumpkin flavored option whenever it’s available. At least until gingerbread flavored treats start showing up.

Today’s the Day!

Big Boy

After months and months and months of waiting and phone calls and frustration and tears, today we have our big fat appointment with the special fancy doctor. I hope his signing hand is ready, because I’m walking in with a big fat stack of paperwork for him to sign, including medical releases for disabled license plates and horseback riding, prescriptions for walkers and standers and special seats, and maybe even braces. My little guy is probably going to be getting his own pair of “magic shoes.”

After this appointment, we’ll FINALLY be able to start therapy again, which means that he’ll go to therapy twice a week, his MOVE class once a week, and then horseback riding another day a week. Which leaves one more day a week for any doctor’s appointments. And, anything else I need to accomplish.

With how my own responsibilities have ramped up this year, I’m kind of terrified by the thought of having to accomplish all this. I have no idea how I’m going to get it all done, but it all has to get done. So….I don’t know, stop sleeping? I’m thinking that abandoning all attempts at hygiene is far more likely. And if I stop sweeping all the cheerios off the floor, then I can multitask by letting Atti feed himself with what he can crawl up to. There you go, I just found another hour in my day. Creative solutions. That’s what’s needed here.

The past six months have been really tough, often in ways that I couldn’t really share on the blog, and often in ways that I couldn’t even begin to put words to. I’ve been walking around with this huge weight on me that, despite my efforts to jump through hoops, my child not having therapy was evidence of my failure as a mother. As I type those words out I’m rolling my eyes at myself because it’s so painfully obviously false, but it doesn’t matter. The worry we feel for our children is rarely logical. Today is the day we cross through into that light glimmering at the end of the tunnel.

Thank you all so much for the support you’ve given me. I rely on my friends in the internet far more than you realize, and even though I can rarely respond to comments, they mean so much to me. I don’t know how I would have gotten through all this without you guys cheering me on.

Best of Modesto – Sciabica’s olive oil

Sciabica's olive oil

By now you all probably know of my obsession with flavored oils and vinegars. I’m such a sucker for them I swear that as soon as my feet hit the pavement of a fair or farmers market, I can smell the balsamic calling to me. I was telling a local friend about the day I ate an entire 8 oz bottle of dipping blend with a big hunk of bread, and she told me that I should check out Sciabica’s.

I’ve driven past this building a million times and only admired the architecture. It’s straight out of the late 50’s with gorgeous stonework and it just sent my midcentury design alarm pinging (More on that in a future post). But the other day when I found myself stopped at the light on the corner with this building, I decided to go in and poke around.

I didn’t take too many pictures for two reasons. 1) I managed to leave home without a stroller, so I had to carry a squirmy and angry Atticus in my arms the whole time I was there, and 2) the clerk was the most adorable boy who couldn’t have been older than thirteen, and I thought it would be wiser to avoid taking pictures without parental approval.

olive oil tasting
My host gave me an olive oil tasting, and talked me through all the different flavors of each variety, sounding every bit like a practiced sommelier. I got such a kick out of him. Here was this sweet toehead in a black t-shirt with Darth Vader on the front, pointing out the nuttiness of one variety of olive oil, and the earthiness of another.

It really was wonderful stuff, though. Most flavored oils I’ve tried are flavored by immersing ingredients in the oil, and then the oil picks up the flavor. But it’s always subtle, and the major note is still olive oil.

Sciabica’s actually cold presses the other ingredients at the same time as the olives, so you get tons of wonderful basil oil or garlic oil or lemon oil right along side the olive oil. The taste is so exceptional. My young friend was telling me about all kinds of uses for them besides just dunking them in bread as I am wont to do. My favorite was when he mentioned that they’ll brush the griddle with orange olive oil before spreading out waffle batter. Is that a great idea, or what?

Sciabica’s is a family business, as evidenced by my young olive sommelier. He told me stories of running the cash register when he was too short to see over it. A great, local product from a family business in my new hometown. It just warms my heart with the all-American-ness of it all.

2010 Year of Pleasures #41

Flowers from my friend

A beautiful expression of friendship from a truly beautiful friend. I am so lucky to have you in my world, Janet.

2010 Year of Pleasures #40

Automated Post Office

Do you know how much time I have saved thanks to this beautiful, beautiful machine? No trying to steer a stroller through a maze of a line, no more trying to get around people filling out forms, now I just stroll through, push a few buttons, and I’m all set.

And for some reason I never see anyone else using it. Don’t be afraid, people. Technology is your friend!

I’ve had to take a little slow down around here as other obligations were speeding up, but I’ve got all kinds of exciting things in my head as we move into the holidays. Can’t wait to show you guys what I’ve been up to.

I think he’s trying to tell me something

Puzzle books

After 11 years of marriage, Bear knows me well enough to know that it is just not in me to take some time off and relax. On a day when I mention that I’m not feeling well, he’ll say, “Well, just take it easy today…” and then catch himself and we’ll both laugh. Take it easy. Me. That’s cute.

Instead, he’ll try to trick me into relaxation by buying me a puzzle book in hopes that it will entice me to take a load off while the gears in my head keep turning.

This is just the pile that’s in the living room. There’s another one like this in the bathroom and in the bedroom. Do you think he’s trying to send me a message?

On a date with my little buddy

You know, being a single parent would be a breeze as long as I had financial support and not a single other responsibility including grocery shopping or cleaning up after myself.

I knew going into this week that I was going to need to cut myself a WHOLE lot of slack to make this a not-negative experience, so I’ve tried my best to clear my schedule and just focus on having fun with my little guy. I went grocery shopping on Saturday to stock the house with easy to prepare foods, Bear did every scrap of laundry in the house, I scrubbed and vacuumed and tried to get ahead of home responsibilities so that I could afford to let things go a bit. And so far (knock on wood) Atti and I have had an awesome time. In fact, I think I may be getting him dangerously attached to having an attentive mom.

Shopping center
On Tuesday after our visit to his school program, I decided to venture out and go to some fancy stores and have myself a stroll. There’s a shopping center here in town that not only has a great bakery where I could score my eclair, but also a bunch of fancy home stores.

Atti was good and patient for the first one, and after that he started grabbing on to the door to prevent me from entering the stores. It was like a cat in a cartoon, paws on either side of the doorframe to fight off going in. I bribed him with a cookie, and even that didn’t get me much more time.

strolling

But he loved walking together in the sunshine and finding our reflection in the windows. He’d shout out, “I see you!” and bounce up and down in his stroller seat. I’m hoping he didn’t want to go in the stores because he was having so much fun outside, and not because he hates shopping. I get out rarely enough as it is.

2010 Year of Pleasures #39

Pastries

Bear’s out of town this week, and with how totally overwhelmed I’ve been feeling lately, I was pretty panicked about it.

But then I decided to just seize this opportunity to do whatever the heck I felt like whenever the heck I felt like it, so I’ve been throwing myself a one woman slumber party. Last night I stayed up too late watching Lost in Austen on Netflix and eating samosas, and today I went to a bakery and loaded up on fancy pastries.

This is way too luxurious of a way to live day to day, but if Bear gets a break, then I have to make one too.