Para V.

I have never had a root canal, so this may change, but right now what I hate most in the world is going through boxes of papers and miscellaneous stuff. However, what I gave Joy for our anniversary was a stack of coupons for me to do household tasks, and two of them were “Go through two boxes in the garage.” She redeemed one this week and I am duly, unhappily plowing through the boxes. Quite a lot of the contents are ancient tax documentation and other easily-tossed items. And then once in a while I find a gem. I can’t remember how old Indigo was when she wrote like this, but I remember the stage well and could decipher this pretty well. Now-thirteen-year-old Indigo enjoyed it too.


We think it says:

Para (for) V. (Indigo says: it must have been for Veronica, classmate, or Veronika, pianist at church, and I thought “too long to write” and just wrote “V.”) How are you doing? Is your family doing all right? Send me a letter. ❤ Indigo.

I have no idea why she crossed out the first two attempts at a signature. They look good to me. It is striking that at that age, her “n” looks like an “h” (causing older Indigo to snigger–“shit?”) but she can make a heart perfectly. I love “orat” for “all right.”

I’m sorry, Veronica or Veronika. Apparently, this was meant for you.

Christmas Still Life with Cat

It’s 7:08 on Christmas morning. How come the cat and I are the only ones awake? And who’s the kid in this family anyway? *drums impatiently*

As Joy is quick to remind me, when Indigo was born and we needed to figure out holidays, I didn’t even want to celebrate Christmas. “We’re Jewish Unitarian Universalists,” I said. “I don’t believe in Jesus Christ and all that.”

“Amy, you lead Christmas services every year!”

“Yes, well, that’s for my church . . . If I really celebrated the holiday that means the most to me, we’d just do Solstice.”

“Solstice, schmolstice,” she said. “I want presents!”

“So we’ll do Hanukah like when we were kids.”

“I celebrated Hanukah and Christmas when I was a kid.”

I snorted, though gently. “That seems like trying to have it all.”

“Yep! What’s wrong with that?” she said.

And that line of argument won. Being me, I have to justify it by recalling that I really am very happy Jesus was born. Happy birthday, Jesus!

Joy herself draws the line short of having a Christmas tree. However, the years of erosion from Indigo’s lobbying have led to this rosemary plant from Trader Joe’s now making back to back appearances. Indigo decorated it with earrings of mine. But we are definitely never putting up lights. Bah, humbug.

The stockings were hung from the postcard rack with care

Eventful day

Eventful day

As I shared on Sermons in Stones, I joined Indigo for an art workshop at our local library yesterday. I want to post photos of the notebook cover she made. I love her sense of design.

Front cover:

Back cover:

Then we went across to a gallery where we’d seen the exhibit separately and both liked the art. A jewelry pop-up was in progress; it was lovely stuff too. Right there and then, Indigo (who has been thinking about it off and on for years) said she wanted to get her ears pierced. I said, “You mean, today? Now?” We had just enough time, well, theoretically, before we had to leave for the church auction. She said yes, and an hour and a half later we were headed to the auction with these brand new accessories.

She didn’t even flinch. She says she works hard at that. As an outlet she just said a deeply-felt “Ow” after each one.

Glass mosaic

As a gift to Indigo, Joy gave her a weekend workshop for the three of us in glass mosaic making. We have been looking forward to it for months, and this was the weekend. It is lovely to see Indigo’s great sense of design expressed in this new medium.

12″ x 12″

Many thanks to Randina Casenza at Studio 9 Mosaics, a very fine artist and teacher.

Artifact from age 3

We are helping Indigo with some serious room purging and organizing, in preparation for getting a loft bed and desk. Interesting discoveries have resulted. I insisted on documenting this for posterity before she recycled it. It really helped with the bedtime routine when she was 3-4 years old. Note the additional drawing by Indigo herself, with snowballs (how does she remember that they were meant to be snowballs?) and the obligatory belly button.

Proud happy kid

She went straight from a yellow/orange belt to an orange/purple belt in karate! Skipping is fairly rare, and her promotion letter said she was only being promoted to orange, but since sending it, the teachers conferred and decided she had attained the next level. They kept it as a surprise until they presented her with the belt last night.

The best

Indigo was lying on her side on her bed, reading. I went up close, kissed her shoulder, and said, “Aren’t books the best?” She looked up, said “No,” pulled me in with one arm, and went back to reading. I stayed there for a long time, her arm around me and mine around her, listening to her heart beat.

A special Monday off

Mondays are the second day of my “weekend,” Saturdays being the first, and since Joy and Indigo have work and school, I usually have a quiet day at home alone. The public schools now have a full week off for Thanksgiving, though, so today my daughter is home and one of her best friends is spending the day here too. They don’t see each other much since they started in different middle schoolls, and they are really loving being together.

So it is not as quiet as usual. Instead, in the next room, two 11-year-olds are laughing over a jigsaw puzzle and chanting along with the Hamilton cast album. They are practically letter-perfect. I am practically perfectly happy.