Weekend Ramble: Les Mis, A Kitten & Daylight Savings Time

It’s been a while since I have randomly dumped my weekend thoughts here in no particular fashion.

Daylight Savings sort of stinks for teenagers too.

I used to think it was the worst for babies.

Now I think it’s the worst for teens too.

They’re all up and feeling chatty and giddy and trying to be my best friend and I’m all like I’ve got to do a few hours of work before bed so why you people still talking?

Plus, they just discovered astrological signs and they are cracking one another up reading about what it means to be a capricorn or a crab. And all that just reminds me that I’ve never understood why anything, sign or otherwise, is called cancer. Berg thinks he’s a hero now since he shares a sign with Robert Downey Junior.

Actually, they ARE hilarious and those moments remind me that I like them all a whole too, which is good because there are other moments that make me doubt.

Mosely and I went to see Les Mis Sunday night. It was her birthday present – from her December birthday. So we’ve been waiting for a while and we’ve been quite excited. When she came down with he flu last week we moved the tickets to the latest possible performance. Luckily, she felt up to the show tonight. It was incredible. I have so many feelings. It’s not just this remarkable redemption story, which it is, but it’s so full of irony and tragedy. Javert just cannot accept salvation at the hands of a man who, to him, is only a criminal. I don’t have the mental ability right now to work through all those implications but I was reminded again of what a powerful tale Les Miserables is. And. Of the perfectly beautiful power of good literature. How you can hear a story many times, see it performed more than once, read it, watch it – and every time be greeted with a new layer, understood a new element, be moved in a new manner. That’s powerful writing, you guys. It’s why words matter and it’s why I do so love teaching literature.

In other news, my eldest daughter, the one who is a grown up with her own home and her own three children, proved to me once again that even adult kids like to mess with their mothers.

Somehow she ended up with a plethora of motherless kittens and somehow she convinced her younger sister to take one home. From Riley’s house to our house.

I need another kitten in my life like I need, well, another kitten in my life.

This isn’t just a kitten, which is trouble enough. This is a kitten too young to be taken from its mother. So she needs bottle feeding.

I made myself really clear. I won’t be feeding this kitten, darling as she may be. (All kittens are the most irresistible creatures in existence.) And I won’t be purchasing the kitten food. I’m not in charge in any way of this little one.

You know what the future holds – right? All of these kids are going to grow up and move into their own homes eventually and I’m going to be padding around this house with two cats I never wanted and a dog named Ryder. Actually, you know what I’m going to do instead? I’m going to give these grown up cats to Riley’s kids!

Also I burned a whole pan of bacon and I dropped a cute spritzer full of an essential oil blend and it shattered in tiny wet blue shards all over my bathroom floor. But it smelled awesome.

I also received a new stash of Rwandan tea from my Tea Fairy.

The flu seems to be departing and we’re all too happy to slam the door in its face. I’m ready for this gang to feel good again, even if it means more noise over here.

I hope you all had happy weekends with less flu and kittens than we had over here.

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