I never liked rollercoasters. One of my elementary school friends told me her uncle was riding on a rollercoaster when the man in front of him stood up and got decapitated by part of the ride. The head landed in her uncle’s lap.
I now doubt this story, but it made a such a profound impression on me that every time we visited Elitch’s in Denver as a kid I thought I would end up either headless or with someone’s noggin in my cotton candy if I dared ride the Twister. I also imagined that the cars would derail on a sharp corner, the brakes would fail, and my seatbelt would unbuckle. Rollercoasters were for crazy people, like my dad and sister.
But like most moms, I am now permanently strapped to a rollercoaster cart.
I think the handbrake snapped off sometime during labor with Aidan (probably about the time I looked up between contractions and saw the Marilyn Monroe movie “Let’s Make Love” starting on my hospital room’s TV).
Today, alone, has been one of the most emotional up and down days of my life.
1. My younger brother and his sweet wife will deliver their twin baby boys today or tomorrow (which happens to be my brother’s birthday). The babies are only 32 weeks and suffer with twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. Prayers are definately welcome since complications are coming from all directions.
2. The house situation? Today, finally, the sellers agreed to lower their asking price. It’s a go. I won’t believe it is really ours until I put our first mortgage payment in the mailbox at the end of my new west-facing driveway.
3. Aidan sold her first piece of artwork. This is the same piece I had delusions of grandeur about. Her elementary school called today and asked if they could purchase her work to be permanently displayed in the school. They will pay her $10.
4. Read the previous post to learn all about our canine delinquent dog, Junie and our neighbors. I suppose every neighborhood needs a Gladys Kravitz.
