You know you’re a Texan when . . .

28 05 2005

. . . you can casually tap a spider with your Birkenstock-clad foot–a black spider that’s dashing across the hardwood floor toward the dark recesses under your bed (the bed you crawl into barefoot every night)–and you can lean over and clearly see the red hourglass on its belly, and you can grab a tissue and throw it away, all without interrupting your telephone conversation or even bothering to tell the person on the other end what you just did.

Of course, you never actually reach the point where you like poisonous critters, but you get used to them. And, yes, it was a Birkenstock-clad foot. No cowboy boots. (Sorry to burst anyone’s stereotypical bubble.)

Four and Twenty Blackbirds . . .

Last night at dinner, I turned to George and said, “I don’t guess I told you I’m singing a song in the service this Sunday with Lorie, Carla, and Pam.”

“What song?”

“Some song they liked from a CD by . . . what’s the name of that group? Counting Crows? No, Counting Crowns?”

“Casting Crowns?”

Laughter. “Yeah, that’s it. Oh, man. ‘Counting Crows.’ I’m losing it.”

And Speaking of Counting Clothes . . .

I love the way small children develop language. When Jacob was two, we lived in a house out in the country, and–even though we owned a dryer–I often hung my clothes on a line outside to dry.

One afternoon I went out to gather them, but one pair of heavy denim jeans was still damp. I left it and carried the rest inside. A little while later, Jacob stood beside the sliding glass door, gazing into the backyard. I was occupied folding clothes, or snapping peas, or churning butter (okay, I made that up, but I was occupied) when I heard him say, “There’s a cloh.”

“A what?”

He turned to look at me. “A cloh.”

I joined him at the door so he could show me what he’d seen. He pointed at the jeans hanging on the line. “You left one cloh.”

“Cloh.” The singular form of “clothes.” Logical, no? A lot more logical than Counting Crows as the name of a Christian band, that’s for sure.

And (Finally) Speaking of Clothes or the Lack Thereof . . .

When Luke was four, I entered the living room one day to find him sitting in the rocking chair, staring at something in National Geographic with an expression of intense concentration on his face. I glanced over his shoulder as I passed. He’d opened to an article about an African Pygmy tribe. Several accompanying photographs depicted tribespeople–including women–wearing nothing but skimpy loin coverings.

I hesitated, wondering what was going through his head and contemplating an explanation. But before I said anything, he looked up. “They don’t dress very warmly, do they?”

I smiled. “No, they don’t.”

And let’s hope they don’t have to step on blackwidow spiders either. Have a great Memorial Day weekend, y’all.


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28 05 2005
Anonymous

Clothes Lion

Jacob’s “cloh” story reminded me of when Jordan was about 2 and I too regularly used our wonderful Texas fresh air/solar dryer. One morning I was making my third trip out to the clothes line when Jordan began crying and holding my leg. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, “you’re not taking those out to the clothes lion are you?!?!?”

Kids are so much fun.

Better get back to milking the goats! πŸ˜‰

Megan

28 05 2005
Anonymous

Clothes Lion

Jacob’s “cloh” story reminded me of when Jordan was about 2 and I too regularly used our wonderful Texas fresh air/solar dryer. One morning I was making my third trip out to the clothes line when Jordan began crying and holding my leg. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, “you’re not taking those out to the clothes lion are you?!?!?”

Kids are so much fun.

Better get back to milking the goats! πŸ˜‰

Megan

28 05 2005
Anonymous

Clothes Lion

Jacob’s “cloh” story reminded me of when Jordan was about 2 and I too regularly used our wonderful Texas fresh air/solar dryer. One morning I was making my third trip out to the clothes line when Jordan began crying and holding my leg. When I asked him what was wrong, he said, “you’re not taking those out to the clothes lion are you?!?!?”

Kids are so much fun.

Better get back to milking the goats! πŸ˜‰

Megan

28 05 2005
kathrynlena

even at 4 he was so delightfully practical! i need to e-mail him πŸ˜‰

28 05 2005
kathrynlena

even at 4 he was so delightfully practical! i need to e-mail him πŸ˜‰

28 05 2005
kathrynlena

even at 4 he was so delightfully practical! i need to e-mail him πŸ˜‰

28 05 2005
jeannedamoff

Re: Clothes Lion

Great to hear from you, Megan! πŸ™‚

Kids are the best. My favorite Jordan story is the one you told at his senior recital–about when he was young (what, about five or six?) and a woman asked, “What’s your name, little girl?” and he answered, “Cindy.”

Yes, you better get those goats milked so you can churn the butter and still get the quilts pieced before Pa comes in from plowing the back forty and wants his supper.

Or, on second thought, just order Chinese. πŸ˜‰

28 05 2005
jeannedamoff

Re: Clothes Lion

Great to hear from you, Megan! πŸ™‚

Kids are the best. My favorite Jordan story is the one you told at his senior recital–about when he was young (what, about five or six?) and a woman asked, “What’s your name, little girl?” and he answered, “Cindy.”

Yes, you better get those goats milked so you can churn the butter and still get the quilts pieced before Pa comes in from plowing the back forty and wants his supper.

Or, on second thought, just order Chinese. πŸ˜‰

28 05 2005
jeannedamoff

Re: Clothes Lion

Great to hear from you, Megan! πŸ™‚

Kids are the best. My favorite Jordan story is the one you told at his senior recital–about when he was young (what, about five or six?) and a woman asked, “What’s your name, little girl?” and he answered, “Cindy.”

Yes, you better get those goats milked so you can churn the butter and still get the quilts pieced before Pa comes in from plowing the back forty and wants his supper.

Or, on second thought, just order Chinese. πŸ˜‰

28 05 2005
jeannedamoff

practically delightful

Do e-mail him! He may not answer for a while, though. As far as I know, he’s still out camping in the woods somewhere in northern California with Robb, Ethan, and David.

I hope you are well! ♥

28 05 2005
jeannedamoff

practically delightful

Do e-mail him! He may not answer for a while, though. As far as I know, he’s still out camping in the woods somewhere in northern California with Robb, Ethan, and David.

I hope you are well! ♥

28 05 2005
jeannedamoff

practically delightful

Do e-mail him! He may not answer for a while, though. As far as I know, he’s still out camping in the woods somewhere in northern California with Robb, Ethan, and David.

I hope you are well! ♥

29 05 2005
ragamuffen

my kids are always confusing Counting Crows and Casting Crowns as well.

29 05 2005
ragamuffen

my kids are always confusing Counting Crows and Casting Crowns as well.

29 05 2005
ragamuffen

my kids are always confusing Counting Crows and Casting Crowns as well.

29 05 2005
jeannedamoff

Oh! Well, in that case, it must be a genius thing. Thanks for the good news. Maybe I’m not losing it after all. πŸ™‚

29 05 2005
jeannedamoff

Oh! Well, in that case, it must be a genius thing. Thanks for the good news. Maybe I’m not losing it after all. πŸ™‚

29 05 2005
jeannedamoff

Oh! Well, in that case, it must be a genius thing. Thanks for the good news. Maybe I’m not losing it after all. πŸ™‚

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