Pigs Fly

Today swine soared in the sky. After a year and a half of insane struggle and stress I walk my daughter into her new SPED school. I almost cry as I walk up the steps with Alice on the way to visit her new class room. My girl finally in a place that is specially designed to help her; to help me, and help our family. A place that she will go five days a week during the school year and for three days a week summer school. This school will provide her with much needed bi-weekly speech therapy and occupational therapy. They promise me that they'll have her sitting on her bum while swinging on the swing set. Now she swings on her belly. Like super girl flying through the playground.

I smile as I watch her sitting on the floor with her new class and she is smiling. I know that she is finally in the right place. I love her teacher. We talk and she tells me about the plans that she has to make my daughter’s life better. I am relived. I am thrilled. Her teacher and her aides have much more experience than me. They know what to do. They will teach me.


Alice will join her class on Monday. We left the school covered in smiles. She is so exited. I am so excited. I am giddy. Monday my daughter starts her journey towards possibility. I feel light, perhaps I am finally able to lie some of my parental guilt down. Perhaps I will be able to stop feeding my stress with sugar and carbs? Perhaps…I’ll let you know.

Don't worry about me. I am always going to be a red hot mess. My Alice on the other hand might actually be O.K.

Brimfield

On Monday afternoon I packed up my Subaru and drove on up to Brimfield with my friend Jen to start our Adventure as official antique dealers. O.K. she is the official dealer and I am the faithful assistant. We made good time getting to our Motel room at the cheapest place that we could find at Motel 6. We quickly check into our overpriced crappy motel room and then drive over to the antiques fields. Yes, the fields, the miles and miles and miles of grassy fields. Well under the hundreds of tents there is grass. Yes, hundreds of tents selling everything needful old object ever made. The only issue with this grand antique city is the fact that there is only one road. That road is route 20, one road going in, one road going out; one road and lots of traffic.


Spending so much time sitting in traffic gave me a great vantage point for people watching. I had a blast watching all of the oddly mismatched people and the nonsensical things they carried. For example at the show you see hoards of men of all ages wearing homemade t-shirts identifying themselves as Porters. Some of the guys wear long white hillbilly beards, some are too young to shave, and a seedy bunch look like they just jumped the prison wall and hitched hiked up here. The porters usually have a wagon, dolly, or just a strong back. For a fee they will carry shopper’s items to their cars, which could be miles. The shoppers are a delightful mix of women of all varieties, pretty gay men, nerdy comic book/military collectors, and bored husbands and boyfriends.

The fun starts when these groups start mixing. You can see slender guys with perfect hair and white smiles, sauntering up route 20 wearing skinny dark jeans, cashmere sweaters and four hundred dollar shoes. They hold hands, giggle, and share a cigarette while their porter, a sweaty fat hobo pulls their bright pink lounge chair and matching ottoman, on a rusty old wagon.

I also saw a guy carrying a lobster trap and a boat steering wheel…all he needed was a boat and the ocean. There were ladies carrying a five foot tall plastic hand, a little man carrying a brightly hand painted toilet, and a guy pushing an antique wheelchair over flowing with Persian carpets. You really can find anything there. I wish that I had time to shop. But I was there as a seller and sell we did! More about that tomorrow.

A Love Note From My Son

Here is a Mother's Day card that my seven-year-old son wrote for me. He delivered the card to me in bed where I was eating my beautiful breakfast.

TO MY MOM

My favorite time together is when we...Go to the Lego Store

Write MOM upside down. What does it spell? WOW

My mother looks prettiest when...She goes to my brhtday.

My favorite thing about my mother is... Wen she hugs me

I know my mother loves me because...She gave me a toy

I want to thank you, mom, for... Brining me money!!!


Oh isn't he sweet. Such a darling kind thoughtful son. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to have these sentiments put on my grave stone some day. Here lies my dear mother who gave me toys and money.

Happy Mother's Day...I guess all of our kids are works in progress!