Open and empty..

 You know I’d be back. I always come back. Life gets in the way. Just how it is.

Fall is upon us. The days are shorter, crisper, more abbreviated. I am reminded of apples. And of the comfort of warm pumpkin. My boys are still small, still young, still tender. Little monsters much of the time, true, but still my babies. Speaking of babies, how insane is it that I still feel the urge to adopt? I found myself haunting adoption sites the other day, instead of doing some online Christmas shopping. I fell in love with a sad eyed tot from South Asia who had open heart surgery and is only over a year old. My arms twitched to hold her. I even enquired after her. My husband, the "no" man as he usually is, oddly didn’t try to dissuade me except to point out our bare financial cupboards which I blithely waved away. Stupid, I know. But the urge is incredibly powerful..

The boys shot down my suggestion of being Woody and Buzz from Toy Story. They both fought bitterly over who would be Buzz..then Cam announced he wanted to be "Thhhhhhpider Man" (complete with tiny flying spitballs). Q wanted to be something more esoteric like a police dog or a baby jaguar but settled on Captain America when I narrowed the choice field. I will be taking my own Justice League trick or treating next week and that is just how it will be.

I should have called my mother today. I often bring her home with me on Friday nights to eat dinner and..roost on the loveseat like a little fat bald chicken. The boys’ noise upsets her though. She’s fragile and nearly uncommunicative when she’s over. I have to drag conversation out of her though she happily will down as many beers as we give her, or glasses of wine if it’s cheap and sweet.

There is more but the boys are home and my arms won’t  be empty for long.