All Sorts of Mood

Photo: My two little bears were all too happy to help with my neighbor’s annual yard debris burn in their backyard. When the fire began to smolder because much of the wood was still green, the boys went to our yard to get our Christmas tree from two years ago. As you can imagine, this did the trick! They watched it go up with glee.


I’m not gonna lie, Dear Reader, I’m in all sorts of a funky mood.

First of all, for the first time in 4 years, the Revolutionary Woods are silent on Patriot’s Day. It’s been a long day of cold, windy, miserable rain. Just about everything was canceled. Listening to gun and canon fire isn’t my favorite activity, but as a history lover and a teacher, I really do appreciate a day of listening to the fife and drum, the big booms, and the sound of marching feet on thawing ground. It’s sad none of it could happen today. It was just me and two boys inside this old house, stuck together in the living room because the playroom was too cold to heat with the space heater.

Second of all, the weather looks like it’s going to be like this all week. Even when the sun comes out, we’ll barely escape the low 50s. This week is April Break and I probably could have signed the boys up for an activity this week, but usually April break is nice, so I give them a week of biking and exploring. Now I’m totally screwed. I really can’t believe that we’re basically having a second February break. We’re going to be at each other’s throats by Wednesday.

Third of all, and this is most important, I’m feeling a lot of whiplash from this weekend. I can’t believe we could witness Beyoncé at her greatest (oh my God, I’ll never get over that performance) in the same weekend we watched two Black men be arrested at a Philly Starbucks for asking to use the restroom and sitting at a table to wait for a colleague. Society is bleak as hell when I actually said a grateful prayer that both of those men came out of that situation alive and not physically harmed. Lord knows it doesn’t take much for it all to go tragically wrong. There is also the video of the white woman cursing at, hitting and pushing two Black military women in uniform. It’s just too much sometimes. Self-care kicks in and you’ve gotta stop watching and stop reading. But still, you can’t unsee and you can’t unfeel. The stress of it lingers and it claws in deep. The same goes with Beyoncé, though: you can’t unsee and you can’t unfeel all the pride for her and her excellence. I looked at myself in the mirror this morning, put my locs in a protective style, and lathered myself with facial cream so as to be a slightly more beautiful citizen of that woman’s kingdom. She is a marvel. I’ll never have enough words for her.

My little yellow child turned 6 yesterday with the general fanfare that he totally deserved. We were supposed to have a big cookout but, you know, cold and miserable weather. He was very well cared for, waking up to breakfast tacos (a favorite) and, in a last minute menu change because that’s just who he is, a demand for spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Birthday cake and ice cream followed dinner, naturally. There were gifts from loved ones as far as California. An afternoon of snuggles and Thunderbirds Are Go. It was a day to remember how blessed we are to have both of our boys. I’m really grateful that they are healthy, warm and safe in this hostile space and time.

I missed my Act One deadline for Silverwood last week, so I have writing and reading to do. I’ll keep this short and sweet today so I can feel like I got something accomplished. Please be patient with me this week as I try to keep a house going and two demanding little boys entertained. My goal is to not put up a Fail post this week. We’ll see if I can pull it off.

It’s Monday. If you’ve got sunshine and warmth where you are, please share the wealth. It’s kinda not fair. I’m so damned depressed by it all, I don’t know how I’m going to get anything done. You share the warmth, we all get something done, and the world keeps on spinning, yeah?

Until Wednesday, take care.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Trish says:

    It’s very cub scouts of them to realize they needed a very dry tree for a good burn.

    1. K.C. Wise says:

      We’ve burned Christmas trees before. They knew what was going to happen. 🙂

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