A quick, overdue, and infrequent recap of two happenings of import at our place.
By the way . . . if you’d like to see other “What’s Going On . . . ” see here (Springtime), or here (a fall edition), or here (Springtime flooding) or even here (a Summer solstice post), and here (for once, a November post), and actually there are oodles more. If you wanna see all of them, just type “what’s going on” in the little search bar to the right!
1. So our little Mack is growing up
Gentle reader. Perhaps you have been blessed–as have I–with a houseful of littles who have, one by one, grown quite large and then winged their way to their own adventures, i.e.: AWAY FROM YOU. So you know what it’s like to both anticipate and dread the day that your youngest does the same.
(I’ve been writing this blog for a long time! Check out this post I wrote about little Mack when he was actually little. I guarantee it’ll make you chuckle.)
He surely is “a pistol,” as my Grandma Young would have called this youngest child of ours. As he pushed out of the womb, he formed his first argument on his tiny lips. From a young age, his default response to every question was NO. Clear the table, Mally? Nope. Help with the laundry please? NO. Please take out the trash! NO! (Not that he got away with such stubborn cheekery, and by the end of the day, one did tire of it.)
Still. I loved little him to distraction, because I’m his mama and that comes with the territory. But also maybe because he pushed back so hard, had such a hilarious wit, and made me laugh a hundred times a day. I still love him to distraction, matter of fact, and I’m mightily relieved that the years have not erased his wit but have softened him around the edges a bit.
Nowadays he often says YES. Wash the dishes for me, honey? *sigh* YES. Mack, please run out and shut in the chickens. YES. Do you want two or three hamburgers for dinner, Mally? YES, yes, yes. (How about four, Mom?)
So when this hard-working young man asked if we could possibly revise our recent travel plans so we could stop at a special guitar shop in Springfield, MO, so he could look at–and possibly buy–a new banjo, Bryan and I both said . . . YES.
Mack had done the research and was hankering to play this one particular banjo. He already has a banjo, but it’s a beginner model, and he definitely is no longer a beginner. He practices several hours a day, when he can. He’s good. I turn off the music in the kitchen when he is practicing. (I can hear him through the floorboards, down in his basement room.) (Don’t tell him. He’ll get the big head.) 🙂
At the Springfield guitar store, Mack played that banjo for quite a long time, thoughtfully, assessing. In the end, he bought it. His face was bright red as he carried it up to the counter, not being accustomed to spending that much money in one place. Or at all. I am so proud of him. Not just for working so hard to learn how to play the banjo with excellence, but for working hard enough at his summer job to save up enough money to buy a good instrument. Also I’m proud of him for being the kind of young man who can save, plan, and work hard enough to achieve this excellence. That takes grit and patience.
And, c’mon, honestly, for washing the dishes for me when I ask, and sometimes, even, when I don’t.
For learning at last to say YES more often than no.
2. Rolling pins are available!
I know this is a rather random placement, but I wanted to mention that Dad is still making French rolling pins for my shop. I know it’s also rather incredible, at the risk of using the word “rather” too often, but at 89, it seems like his work just gets better and better. How is this even possible? 89 is old. (No offense, Dad.) Yet Dad still has sharp eyes, steady hands, and the abilities and talents of his younger days. As he says, staying busy in his shop keeps him out of trouble, and provides a bit of coffee money, so I’m doing my part!
So if you need a gift for a loved one or for your own sweet self, click on over to My Shop and check out all the pretty options. Keep my sweet Dad off the streets. (I keep remonstrating myself to replace some of those older photos, but I also keep ignoring that bossy voice, and leave the old photos as they are.) My original French rolling pin that Dad made for me (out of maple) is over 13 years old, and I use it every day.
I’m pretty sure that if you purchase a rolling pin before December 15th that I can even get it to you before Christmas!
That’s it for now. I’ve been in a rut of NOT writing blog posts, and I’ve missed it. I have missed you, my gentle reader. I somehow feel like if I push PUBLISH, on this post that I started months ago, I’ll propel my lazy self out of that rut.
P.S. If you made it to the end, please (oh please) say hi in the comments! It would mean a lot to me to hear that you are doing well.
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