In Lunds way too late on Saturday night

Tired, wet, hungry, caught in the thunderstorm at Ren Fest.

Mama wants candy. First potty breaks. Our friend Debmama grabs a cart, as though we will be here a while. We are all exasperated.

"Where the heck is the candy aisle?" i ask after several loops around Lunds.

"Why don't you look it up on your cell phone?"

cops

Noticing a flashing cop car parked in front of the lamp shop across the street, "What's he doing there?"

"I'm not sure honey... maybe looking at lamps."




"Mama, he's still there. Why's he still there?"
"Hmmmmm.... not sure honey. Maybe he went to get a coffee...? Police like coffee..."

"Wouldn't it be funny if a police car will come by and tow the police car?"

zombie season

Returning to one of his favorite topics, along with a growing interest in "what animals we come back as" when we die...  We are driving during this one.

"Mama, zombies are real you know."

"So you say, honey."

"Yeah. Dada has seen one and so has Noah."

He remembers everything the elders say about zombies, no matter how metaphorical, like the zombies Dada talks about where he works. The ones who work in the basement or the laboratory.

"I think zombies are stuck. People who are stuck after they die because they don't know what kind of animal to be next. So they're stuck dead."  I'm paraphrasing. He likely said it much better, but that was the idea.

My son, the shaman.

Down in the Valley...

This morning, still in a dream state, 6ish am:

"Mama, I had a dream at Dada's the other night that a tree across the valley fell down and landed between Dada's house and Gus's house. It broke the fence."

"Huh. The valley?"

"Yeah, across the street and in the valley. "

I didn't give him the word he was looking for. Valley is so much more poetic. Let alone delve into any symbolism.

He went on. It was a tree about as big as the Elm they had to chop down in their yard last month. A huge elm that provided shade for three houses. We were all sad in different ways. From separate houses.

I did say, "wow, that's quite a powerful dream. Was it scary?"

No. Of course not. Mama. He doesn't do scary.

"Well, Jude," I did say, "it's sad to lose a tree."

I did not say: sometimes when things are too sad (scary, happy, etc) to talk about they come through in our dreams.

He'll make his own sense of that in time.


Sad is also that yesterday one of the teachers at his school died following a horse accident. I wonder when he comes home today how/if we will talk about this. The school is very good about handling these things, also encouraging us to honor our child's feelings (no talk, yes talk, tears, no tears, etc).

Maybe I can tell him to look for this teacher in his dreams tonight.

Furniture Envy?

Mama?
Yea?
Did this house come with the stove and the refrigerator?
Yeah.
Did this house come with the doors?
Yeah.
Did it come with the floor?
Yeah. Most houses come with basic stuff like that.
Did this house come with the blue couch?
No. I bought that.
How much was it?
Not very much.
Did this house come with those lights?
No.
How did they get there? How did they get there and then work when you turn the switch?
Ask Dada. It's not that hard, but it involves wiring and stuff.
What did this house look like without all the stuff in it?
Just like this but without the furniture.
Oh. Did this house come with that door stopper thingee on the wall? (the thing so the door won't bang into the wall).
Yeah.
Why?