As I was checking to make sure the doors were locked for the night, as is fitting for the man of the house to do, I heard a rustling by the kitchen window. At first I thought it might be a raccoon and I love their little masked faces so I opened the side door. And there it was. A black cat peeing right in front of me.
I said, “What is this?”
The cat blinked lazily then traipsed off into the dark.
Black cats are bad luck, right? That means a black cat peeing defiantly in front of you must be really bad.
So the Boy turns one in a few days. And really we don’t have anything huge planned. It’s a combination of he-won’t-remember and Thea-has-no-free-time-to-plan-and-Nikolas-is-hopeless. Just a small family thing. But the hope is that Thea will be able to put together a Batman cake. Does one “put together” a cake?
I think I’ve been adjusting fine to… staying in my pajamas and watching movies with a toddler. Admittedly, not a difficult adjustment. Much more difficult for Thea to go back to full-time work… and then some. Being a teacher is hard. And unlike me, Thea doesn’t look for shortcuts nor is she as comfortable with mediocrity. So she works very hard.
Fortunately, we have a setup where I’m able to work from home quite a bit (he says as he updates his blog) and my mom can watch the Boy a couple days a week. In my mind, a pretty good setup. Of course… I’m the one in pajamas.
So I feel a little guilty that we’re not the traditional family… Where the man goes to work and… the wife stays home. I guess the traditional family from the 50’s. Because I know very few families where one parent can stay home. Life is expensive.
I’ve been thinking about the idea of being a “light in the darkness,” which is an image for Christians that dates back to… Jesus, I guess. Since he said it.
And it’s conjures some lovely imagery: a lighthouse guiding a ship safely to shore, a lantern illuminating someone’s path, a hopeful candle in the window beckoning a loved one home… It’s really all about bringing someone home.
And somehow rather than being lighthouses, lanterns or candles… I think we have more of a reputation of kicking someone when they’re down. Is there a word for that? How about “mean?”
Lately I’ve been hearing hissed whispers of people’s secret lives and hidden struggles… and it bothers me because I feel like I’m sheltered, disconnected from the reality of… the darkness. Like a lantern in a well-lit room, maybe. So that I’m surprised by how much people are hurting out in the world. Not even out in the world… how much people an arm’s length away are suffering from their poor choices or even what the world has dealt them…
I’m realizing what a terrible and wonderful responsibility it is to be a light. Wonderful because it’s about bringing people back to God. Terrible cause you gotta go out in the dark.
I don't recall Superman pooping his pants.
Another Hallowe’en over.
It was the first time I gave out candy in my own house. Very fun. Last year we had a food drive so we weren’t able to indulge the trick ‘r treaters, but this year we postponed the food drive for Christmas time so we could do the Hallowe’en thing in our own neighbourhood.
Our neighbours’ strange tendency to socialize and spend time in their driveways turned out to be quite enjoyable on this spookiest of nights. Everyone was outside their houses handing out candy and chatting with each other… I liked it.
I must say, though, a lot of kids didn’t seem to know the Hallowe’en contract: Demand treats, threaten tricks. Kids weren’t saying “Trick or Treat.” I had to force them to say it before I gave them candy and now I’m probably the neighbourhood weirdo.
Thea took Nathanael around the neighbourhood in his Superman costume. Of course… now we have a bag of candy. I’ve put it in a bowl to share with guests… Unfortunately by the time we have a guest the candy will be all gone.