I misplaced a fabric swatch and was searching for it, muttering to myself, when Natalie walked in. "I can help you find it," she offered. "What does it look like?"
"Well, it's about this big," I said, holding a different 8-inch-square swatch, "and it is gray and white and has swirls on it." "OK." She dove to the floor and peered under the bed and bedside table. "It's not here. Did you look on your bed?"
I had, several times, convinced that I'd missed the swatch amidst the similar pattern on the quilt and mumbled that perhaps I've lost my mind.
"I'll be right back." Natalie scampered off.
She returned and led me by the hand to two "missing" posters she'd taped to a wall. One sought the fabric: the other, my lost mind: Natalie checked back hourly, asking if either the fabric or my mind had turned up. I'd eventually figured out that I'd had the fabric swatch all along, in a stack of other similarly themed swatches. I let the manhunt for my mind drag out, perhaps longer than necessary.
"I hope you find your missing mind soon, Mommy," Natalie said yesterday evening, holding my hand.
"Aww, thank you, Natalie. I appreciate your—"
"I hope you find it soon, because I'm worried about what the tape holding the poster will do to the wall."
Connor went on a class field trip this week to Mount Vernon, George and Martha Washington's home on the banks of the Potomac River. "I played tag on George Washington's lawn. Not very many people can say that," he bragged.
"Did you know that George Washington's sister had a home in Fredericksburg, where I went to college?" "Oo."
"What is its name?" I ask myself. "'Ken'—not 'Kensington.' 'Ken—.' What is it? I can't believe I can't remember. I used to walk by it all the time. Well, anyway, George's sister's name was Betsy. Betsy Price."
I love that my audience of one is intrigued.
"Let me see what Google says about the name of her house," I mutter, typing "Betsy Price" in the search box. "Huh. Well," I stammer. "Betsy Price wasn't George Washington's sister, after all. Betsy Price is the mayor of Fort Worth." "Mommy!" Connor scolds.
"George Washington's sister was Betty. Betty Washington Lewis, and her home is Kenmore. It was built in the 1770s."
Confusing the current mayor of Fort Worth with the first First Lady? That's me.
We scattered grass seed on our lawn a few weeks ago after rainwater gushing from the gutters obliterated the grass just below the downspouts.
Yesterday, Natalie gasped and stopped in her tracks as she ambled up the driveway. "Look!" she said, crouching down and peering at grass stubble pushing its way through the soil. "New life has begun!" Hello In There! Karma-Karma-Karma-Chameleon Timber