Surprising news, gratitude, nice dinner for one

People, it is not every day that news of your own health surprises you in a good way. Yet today I was informed that since I last visited the eye doctor seven years ago (maybe I should neglect more medical appointments), my eyesight has improved and my wimpy glasses prescription is now too strong. I now have cooler glasses that are also more effective; obviously this is a serious win-win. As such I purchased real sunglasses with polarized lenses because now that I know my eyes are so fine, I simply must do better to protect them. Just you wait, seven years from now, the damn polarization will likely have weakened my vision, just because I tried tending to it. Gah, at least these new shades won't be horribly scratched, rip my hair out and peeve me to the max every time I don them. It's the little things. Two years ago, we had one of the greatest babysitters ever. S was wonderful, loving and truly loved being with children. Then, as it goes, she moved. "Please," I begged her, "you must recommend someone who is basically just like you!" Soon enough, she sent me a name, a woman who taught at the same school as did S's boyfriend. K is not just like S -and really, this is why life is grand and fun- but then again she is: she too is wonderful, loving and truly loves being with children. I am happy to call her a friend, and I am grateful that although she now teaches full-time at a great school not close to us, she still makes time to sit and visit.

You see, as many of you likely know, parenting gets harder and harder as your kids age, NOT easier. Sure easier in some ways -no more wiping bottoms- but harder in the big ways. And as such, you really start to rely on and value that much more, the people in your kids' lives who are guiding and loving them, on a daily, weekly, monthly, whatever basis. When the kids are little, you want someone who will enjoy and engage with them, who will read and play. And you want that when they're older too, but you also want someone who commands respect, who they love but listen to, who can play but also teach. A person (or people) who is an extension of your own value system, though they may have different beliefs and ideas to share ("please do, just don't evangelize," I say).

When we met K, I was struck by her complete and utterly sincere earnestness. It just oozes from her. I then came to know of her work ethic (tremendous) and her desire to really help kids learn about various perspectives, community involvement and, simply, giving back. I know when I leave the house that the kids are not only safe but also cherished, they'll be both well fed and well nurtured, they will be accepted and also disciplined when necessary. And if that's not peace, nothing is.

I got my pedicure and visited with Yen (the most wonderful, dignified woman about whom another post will be) and then came home, restored and knowing that my zen would not be kicked to the curb upon crossing my home's front threshold. We visited for a while which is always lovely (her attention to her pedagogical strategies and skills is inspiring) and then parted ways. Thank you, K, for everything.

For me, a quiet night. My old, Tom-is-out-of-town standby, pumpkin ravioli with sage brown butter, as well as some roasted veggies. I'm gonna get my crossword on and hit the sack early as I'm still hoping to rid myself of this gastric ado that's beset me. Hasta mañana!

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Ha-ha, Tuesday, I beat you this week!

Tuesday, Tuesday, after last week's trampling, you may have thought you had today in the bag. School was cancelled, Tom left for NY. The odds were good that it might be a tough slog. But, you lose. Although the boys woke up before 6 am (horrid) and the snow started melting about an hour after things looked positively picturesque, this gal (and her little crew) had a lovely day. When we all finally slugged out of bed, I made some insanely good bluberry-Meyer lemon muffins on which we all gorged. Then the snowman ("Jack, why the dowel?" "Uh, to hold the balls together, Mom." Such an engineer this young one!), Home Alone, etc. And, I must give credit where credit is due and thank the heavens for an afternoon babysitter. Conversations about butts, sibling bickering, a bloody lip and also a bloody nose did have me fairly beat by 2 pm. And then, cue heavenly music and rays of light, the sitter arrived. While she was here, I mostly ran errands and worked on a piece, but even going to the dry cleaners and standing in a long line at a department store were fun. It is clear that sometimes I simply need to be by myself. While queuing, I considered -for possibly the 185th time in my life- that I wish my last name started with 'van' or 'van der'. Seriously, that is the surname equivalent of Ministry versus Cabinet or Office of. Cool versus less so. I'm not sure T would cotton to the idea of adding adjusting our name in this way; he's so literal when it comes to heritage and such. Just because we have no Dutch ancestry AT ALL shouldn't mean we can't adopt a bit of a name. In my opinion.

How is it 8:16 pm already? Surely, you're thinking, I can't mean that bedtime is near. But that's precisely what I mean, and so the mint chocolate cookie recipe that is staring at me with hangdog eyes -please make me, pleeeaase- will have to wait yet another day. I'm almost done with a book -who can believe it?!- and need the sleep. #gettingold #notsleepingpast6inasmanyyearswilldothat

For dinner I made some pumpkin ravioli in a sage-brown butter sauce and also enjoyed a cup of yesterday's potage. Even better today. Dinner = delicious.

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On a serious note, have you read the first two installments (yesterday and today) of the Invisible Child series headlining the New York Times this week? It is a terrific, moving, heartbreaking call to action. The featured child is an 11-year-old named Dasani who, for the past two years, has lived with her seven siblings and parents in a mouse-infested, rotting, 520-square-foot room in a shelter in Brooklyn. Wow, wow. Please make time to read the pieces if you can.