Mos Eisley Cantina

Before we got married, we used to drive around back country roads and end up in odd little diners like this one. The food is always incredibly greasy but so good! They are populated by a motley crew of townsfolk who all seem to know one another well enough to say 'hello' but look at you as if you're a recent visitor from the Twilight Zone.

You have to know my guy to appreciate the twinkle he sometimes gets in his eye. I spotted it right off. He poured cream into his coffee, smiled at me and said, "they have pie." I cracked up. We've been married twenty-two years. We get each other's humor.

We talked about a lot of things today: songwriting, teaching, politics, the fact that Han shot first. We made up stories about the locals. Yeah. We're silly like that sometimes.

Earlier we met with 'the team' to write Speedy Pete's IEP. It's always an arduous process. SP's getting older. Today we were asked how we envision his post-academic future.

Whoa. Heavy-duty.

I'm not sure how to answer it. He wants to be a marine biologist. Am I supposed to say he can't? Am I supposed to tell them that he'll never go to college? Write him off before he even has a chance? Decide for him what he's supposed to be?

They must be thinking I'm someone else's mother.

We didn't give them an answer.

At the diner, we talked and laughed and recharged. It was a good day.

Say "Cheese"!

One day last summer, I was taking a picture of the hummingbirds that frequent my garden every July and I dropped my camera on the deck and smashed the lens. Ouch.

A few months ago, in a master stroke of genius, I left hubby's camera on my desk. Speedy Pete, my wild tornado of a child, used it as a percussion instrument and smashed its lens. Ouch.

With my man not working, I've had to wait for a new camera. The only reason we decided to get a new one was because Peach Fuzz is having her dance recital next weekend and I need to take her picture. So, with mom's day as an excuse, we bought this:

It's a simple point and shoot with a few bells and whistles, but she'll do. I'm not looking to be the next Ansel Adams, I just don't want my babies to grow up without me capturing every moment.