The Tall One has new glasses.
The old glasses were old. As in last-century old. As in before-Bowen-Island old. As in before he-got-so-tall old.
Wah! Did I mention that before?
The feet are growing, the hairs are sprouting, the voice — the voice is the hardest.
“Mum! I can’t sing the high notes anymore!”
There’s a little app on my iPhone which has recordings of his and Lulu’s voices from when they were wee — well, more wee than now, because it’s my second iPhone and they only last three years.
*sigh*
Time to talk about something else.
I have to make cupcakes for a community movie showing this afternoon. I can’t say I know the difference between a cupcake and a muffin. A cupcake sounds like something with white flour, sugar, butter, and colourful icing… Any suggestions?
I embarked on a dietary cleanse 1.5 weeks ago, the Wild Rose D-Tox. Mostly it involves not eating certain things (dairy, processed grains, yeast) and taking a few herbs with each meal. It’s not difficult and no big deal relative to how we generally eat (minus the dairy) and I was feeling pretty sanctimonious about how I wasn’t feeling anything, maybe this wasn’t doing anything useful, what about all the stuff I read about, etc.
Oh, how the mighty do fall. This past Wednesday I took to my quarters in the middle of the afternoon. Enough said.
Feeling better today thankyouverymuch, but there’s clearly something to be said for a little spring cleaning.
Happy Groundhog Day!
The Country Mice 
I have a “Tall One’ nephew. His feet are still growing and he will alway be sweet little Simon to me even though he is six foot five inches at 15 years.
He is polite, generous, thoughtful, like your ‘Tall One’ and said to me one day ‘Auntie Bec can we go on a trip one day together?’ I so look forward with happiness.
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