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cold mornings

cold mornings
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Already, this picture dates itself – taken a few weeks back, those red leaves are gone, the trees are bare.  Sandy took care of that.

The kids in the morning as I stand with a sweater pulled around me, yawning.  This year has been a different start for all of us.  A walk to a bus stop with a friend for my daughter.  A bike ride or scooter glide to school with buddies for my son.  

And me on my own, making my way back home to an office and a cat, after I watch both kids disappear around the corner.  If they were to look back and see, I think they’d think:  Why is she still standing there?  But they don’t look back.

 

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The kids start swimming lessons again, this time on Saturday mornings.  My son must wait patiently (impossible) for his turn as my daughter’s class is first.

She is in a semi private with another girl.  This girl is tiny.

She is some swimmer, too.  Her little legs propel her forth, her little arms working like the paddle wheels on a steam boat.

My daughter towers over her.

 

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preppie

preppie
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My husband and I check out the new Marshalls.  It’s obscene, the buys I find.  Not so much for me as the kids.

I grew up with preppie parents.  Loafers and argyle, polo ponies and buttondowns.  I knew what khakis were when I was four.  My dad pronounces it Kar-keys, though.

I fought the preppie when I was in my later years in high school.  Wore stove pipe pants and bowling shirts.

My dad worried that I was turning bad. 

I’m not a big labels person, mostly because I can’t afford The Row or Betsy Johnson or Marc Jacobs. 

But I’m so excited to bring home some US Polo for my daughter, some Izod for my son.  I rediscovered preppie years back.  It’s in my blood.  Can’t fight it.

I do find a giant bag for myself, made of woven material.

My daughter has yet to wear her polo pony dress.  I might have bought it with my eyes, not hers.

 

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