Photo: I was parent-helper in Minor’s class today, and they are preparing for the big auction that is next weekend. A teacher painted the kid’s feet with blue paint and had them stomp around on a poster, making a fun and interesting design. I’m sure that it will go for a high price. Anyway, watching Minor get his feet painted was hilarious and adorable.
I have to pause for a moment and return to my in-law post on Monday. I forgot to give credit where credit is due. You see, instead of giving just another annoying toy to the boys, my in-laws gave two books.
Now, I told you that she was pretty grumpy on Saturday, so I didn’t get much story about why these two books were chosen. Supposedly she was going to get a book that made noise (one of those things where you push the button and music plays while you turn the pages) but she opted for these instead. And you know what? I’m pretty proud of her for this.
I don’t know what that woman’s deal is: I know that my Blackness makes her uncomfortable and the bi-racialness of the boys doesn’t come up because, again, she is uncomfortable. She has brought books in the house, most of them old-school, which is fine. I like old-school things. But she has now surprised me twice by bringing books for the boys that feature characters of color. A few Easters ago, she gave them a Children’s Bible written by Desmond Tutu, and that was a big deal for me because Jesus is Black on the cover! Whoa! And she hasn’t done anything like that since. (though I praised her up and down for it!) So to have this happen again… I’m going to give her the credit she is due. She isn’t 100% bad…
Now she did say that she’s never heard the Marley song that the book is based on…
Whatever. Baby steps.
Another surprising thing? The weather. It’s 80 degrees here! I’ve got all the windows open, the fans goin’, toes out… Nope, I’m not complaining! But I am surprised, because non-Spring turned into Summer really quick and I’m sorta like, whatthehuh?, you know? So there are leaves on trees, and my lawn is just about fully green. And oh… Did I tell you guys about the vultures?
So I’m outside with the boys yesterday, staring at my phone, and Major looks up and he says, “I think that there are big birds in the trees.”
Now we have a huge and beautiful woodpecker who lives here, so I thought that he had popped over to say hello. I looked in the direction that Major was looking and I saw them: Three huge turkey vultures. VULTURES. First, I had to Google this. “Google, are Vultures native to Massachusetts?” Wikipedia for turkey vultures pops up. Duuuude. When I think about vultures I think about the desert. Or the zoo. Where have you ever been hanging out and vultures just rolled up?
So, Millennial and nerd that I am, I was like, whoooaaaa, cooolllll. Then my Southern superstition chimed in: Uh, don’t vultures represent death? Aren’t three vultures looming over your property a bad omen?
Where does a Millennial go for such answers?
Twitter and Facebook, of course!
On Facebook, I was told that the vultures are a good thing because they keep away from the zombies. On Twitter, I was told that they are only bad if you think they are bad. My Mom and sister, who I had to text, simply said that something in the area was dead and they were doing their jobs and cleaning it up.
None of these were really answers to my question.
I’ve decided that because they didn’t actually venture onto my property, but hung out on trees just outside of my property, they weren’t actually omens regarding me per se. Also, we have an entire brood of foxes living on our property and Foxes are known to be good luck, so I’m hoping that wards off whatever bad vibes the vultures might have brought.
Then again… I haven’t seen them in three weeks….
Anyway… I love this house so much. Birdsong of all sorts at 5 to wake me up, foxes to bring me luck, woodpeckers to keep me interested, fat groundhogs to drive me crazy, and now freaking vultures. If you asked me 5 years ago if I thought I’d ever see a vulture just out in the wild, I would have told you hells no. I’m putting that down as crazy stupid cool. Maybe I’m just easily impressed. Anyway, it reminds me that we made a lot of right decisions, and that this is where we’re supposed to be right now.
Is it Wednesday already, dear reader? I know that I have accomplished a lot, but not enough. So off I go to sew and possibly read over this short story one last time. The deadline for Ploughshares is next week!
See you Friday with Quiet Thoughts (about how much I hate tea and tea parties).