Too many good movies are coming out and I can't get to them! We're used to being able to go out on the spur of the moment without worrying about a sitter, but that was when big sister was still living here.
My daughter has opted to follow her first real love across the nation to live in COLD weather! Snow! She is in Indiana probably wondering what all the white frozen stuff is and why she's freezing. My southern california native girl who I am hoping comes home soon (xmas was too short) she can't be serious! Ah but she always dressed warm even when it was in the eighties outside. Crazy girl is what she is! Oh well, I remember what it was like to be crazy in love at 19 too! And I survived. Some say its a good experience for her. To see what its like to depend on yourself and not Mom & Dad. Well, maybe I did too good a job at making them independent I guess, since my 2 oldest are out of the house already.
So my 8 year old has become an only child seemingly, and I weigh my guilt at leaving him with someone to go see a movie that's not animated. What with working fulltime and all I'm already a parttime mom. See? Mother's guilt is in abundance. Too much? Too little? Who knows? I am sure I've ruined their lives which they have pointed out throughout their adolescence. You know, when they charge you with being, "the meanest mom in the world!" usually because you won't let them jump off a bridge like all the other kid's parents do.
My mom gave me this old radio/phonograph console she's had for years. She got it at an auction for $15 and it works. She used to listen to her old records on it and kept promising to give it to me. So the other day she asked me when I was going to take it since she's re-doing her living room and wants to clear it out. I laughed and told her the last 2 times she asked me to take it, she ended up turning it on and playing her records so I had told her to keep it so she could listen to her music. This time she insisted that, "No, this time I want you to take it! I got rid of my records." I was bummed 'cause I was hoping she'd give me the records too! I didn't say anything though so she wouldn't feel bad. I have some of my own records I saved once vinyl went out of fashion, but she had some from the fifties and they were nostalgic since these were songs we grew up listening to when she'd play them all afternoon long. She probably sold them at one of her famous garage sales, just to get rid of them without thinking that I might want them. Oh well, she'd just feel bad and there's just too much mother's guilt in the world already!
Anyway, I got it home and it was needing some loving care. I cleaned it, dusted out the back of the cabinet, polished up the wood and it looks real nice. It's really remarkable how well it's held up. It's not a fancy thing, just a nice mahogany with cherry stain cabinet with a am/fm radio and a turntable that plays 78, 33, & 45 rpm. I tried to see how old it is but as near as I can tell it's probably a 1951 Capehart. I did some research on the web, but there's not a lot of info on this model. I'll have to check some collectible books to get more specific info. But what amazes me is this thing still works and sounds pretty good! And its older than I am! Okay, don't be that amazed! I had an old LP of Linda Ronstadt where she recorded Nelson Riddle and it sounds so cool with that music coming out of it. Most of my records are from the70s & 80s so they don't quite "go" with the atmosphere of the console. It doesn't quite cut it to have "Le Freak" by Chic blaring out of this classy little cabinet. Yes, I am a disco queen :-P
We planned a weekend at the beach in Mexico last month for my youngest sister's birthday. This is the view from our patio deck. It was sooo relaxing. We were right on the beach and the weather was gorgeous! She and I had a great time just soaking up the sun and the clean ocean breezes. The house had floor to ceiling windows facing the beach and the view was incredible. There were only a few people on the beach at any given time and we enjoyed a stroll in the morning. At one point, a large dog snuck up behind me and when I turned around he jumped up on his hind legs, but never put his paws on me, just looked me in the face and then dropped down and continued his jog with his owner. I guess he was just saying hello. We had lots of time to catch up with each other. We raved at how lucky we were to find this place thru a friend of a friend. We drove over to Puerto Nuevo (and saw the giant Jesus on the way!) to enjoy their famous lobster dinners with beans, tortillas and rice, cold beer and awesome guacamole. Yum!
