Domestic life and the stars

This weekend I had the kids.  This week was the first of Rowan’s days in middle school.  It’s a new era, she is going to a new school that she has to walk to after I go to work.  She was so afraid of not having any friends, but there is already a group of four of them that goes to pick each other up and walk to school.  Not only does school start after I go to work, it ends well before I get home.  L. and I decided to make my apartment the staging place – so even if I don’t have the kids, Rowan sticks around my apartment until her dad can pick her up.  Every day, I’ve come home to a bunch of middle schoolers handing around my apartment – it’s kind of weird.  

Friday, there were four of them hanging around my bedroom when I came home with Nova.  So weird to have a house full of pre-teens.  Then they went outside and were playing by a nearby field where I could see them off the deck.  Then I heard shrieks.  I couldn’t tell if it was play-shrieks, or real shrieks.  Unfortunately, it was real – Rowan had accidentally disturbed a nest of yellow jackets and had run home.  Even more unfortunate, I let her her in, not realizing they were still ticked off.  She had been stung twice, and two were still on her – one in hair (!) and one still trying to sting her through her jeans.  Let me tell you, it’s a bad combo to have three females and two wasps in one apartment.  One I think flew out though the open deck door – I don’t know about the other one.  We’ve just been on edge looking for that other yellow jacket.  But, all things considered, it could be worse.  I’m so glad Rowan isn’t allergic and heals fast.  

After all that drama, Saturday was better.  We went to Barnes & Noble and somehow came home without any books – but at least I got some bookends.  In the evening, we took a sleeping bag outside in the dark and laid down under the stars.  It was a great night, just the three of us under the full moon with the crickets serenading us.  

Today we went out to Festge park – Nova’s been bugging me for awhile to go back out there.  For the longest time, they just hung on the horse swings.  They were in some pretend chase and Rowan would say, “go, Bessie!”  And then there’s Nova:

“Go, Castle Bubbles Hot Lava!”  

I asked her about her horse’s name and she just looked at me with a withering gaze.  

“It’s because Castle is addicted to stimbulating tar.”  

I asked, “Not stimulating talk?”

“No,” she said, “stimbulating tar.”

Okay then.  Later on, she told me her horse was sick.  

“It’s probably because of the secret checkology,” Nova said in all seriousness.

“Oh,” I said.

“But really,” she continued, “Castle prefers carrots.”

And that I understand.


Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

One thought on “Domestic life and the stars”

  1. Glad Rowan is OK after the yellow-jacket experience, and that her fears about middle school are proving to be unfounded so far! And Nova cracks me up 🙂

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