Monday, March 25, 2013

The Fort is Secure


My favorite movie is Stand By Me. River Phoenix will always be my boyfriend. This picture of Buckles, caught on the motion detection camera, at 7:24 a.m., reminds me of a quote from the movie. It's the scene where the boys are in sleeping bags, in the woods, taking turns keeping watch:

"2300 hours. Corporeal Teddy Duchamp stands guard. No sign of the enemy. The fort is secure."
"Shut up Teddy, and keep your eyes peeled."
Teddy begins to make a mournful bugle sound.
"Teddy, cut it out! I’m trying to sleep!"
"The dog faces rested easy in the knowledge that Corporeal Teddy Duchamp was protecting all that was dear to them."

Buckles is the Corporeal Teddy Duchamp of the farm.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Heavy Cream


Jack is going to daycare two mornings a week. I'm not used to getting a toddler ready in the morning--just getting myself out the door, clothed, is sometimes a challenge. On his first day I woke up early. I'd put his outfit out the previous night, I was attempting to be organized. 

I made sure he had an extra outfit, diapers, wipes, a snack, a drink, a pacifier, and blueprints of the NiƱa, Pinta, and the Santa Maria, all in his bag. On my way out the door I grabbed a pint of heavy whipping cream, and stashed it in my purse. I was looking forward to putting it in my coffee when I got to work, or pouring it down my throat for lunch, either one. 

I dropped Jack off without incident, and made it to work on time. I was feeling quite accomplished. Quite adult. About 10:00 a.m. the phone rang, it was the babysitter.

"I noticed that Jack has cereal in his bag, and a pint of heavy whipping cream. Is the cream for the cereal or do you put that in his bottle?"

Yes, I'm hoping Jack will win the blue ribbon this year at the county fair, we've been fattening him up on heavy whipping cream for two years. 


The cream had actually spilled all over the inside of Jack's bag. Jack's babysitter was nice enough to wash his bag, and to believe my explanation about cream going in coffee and not babies . The moral of the story is: There is no use crying over spilled heavy whipping cream.