Post-it-Notes... Several years ago I happened across some writings that captivated me. The blog was in Spanish, so I could only guess at its content, but I was drawn to it... The site was so clean and elegant and melancholically moody with its vivid black background simply framing beautiful black and white photos. The pictures were even more enigmatic than the lovely cadence of the words I could speak but not comprehend. I have gone back to that site from time to time. Today, I discovered that my computer TRANSLATES web pages with just a right click of my mouse! Eager to put this new discovery to the test, I went back to that beautiful site that I have watched from afar. Of course, translating word by word isn't a very accurate method...yet, the results are captivating! The site is still enigmatic...even "translated".

I have enjoyed this blog site (passed on to me by my eldest daughter)....yet, sometimes I wistfully wish it was more than a place to post-it-note little bits and photos about my children.

But, then something happens to jar me back to the nuts and bolts of my life...the life that is made up more of post-it-notes than of concertos. I had just such a moment as I was typing the above sentence. Darcy came downstairs and looked with wide eyes at the bowl next to my computer. I have been surfing today...and, horrible as it is, I have been eating BBQ chicken wings as I surf. (Yes....new laptop meets BBQ fingers....but, really, I am quite concientious to lick my fingers thoroughly before resuming my grip on the mouse.) I had one bowl of chicken wings, then asked Darcy to clear her and her sister's dishes off the opposite end of the table (where they had been eating while I was engrossed in my computer). She cleared MY bowl too. A few minutes after she and Rayna had disappeared upstairs, I decided that, actually four chicken wings weren't quite enough and that I would have four more. I don't believe in getting out a new bowl for every serving...our home is not a restaurant buffet....so, I retrieved from the counter the bowl I had had my first serving in. Darcy had removed the earlier chicken bones from it. I filled it up again, heated my wings in the microwave, and continued my eating/surfing. A few moments after I had licked up the last drop of BBQ sauce, Darcy wandered back into the room and as her gaze fell upon my bowl filled with new chicken wing bones, she got rather a wide-eyed, ill look on her face. Then she cautiously mentioned to me, "Mom....you weren't suppose to EAT out of that bowl again. I let the dogs lick it clean when I took your first set of bones out!" That is my life.... clicking away on the computer between licking BBQ sauce off my fingers....and finding out after the fact that I have eaten from a bowl the dogs have licked!

My life is not composed of concertos so much as it is chronicled by post-it-notes! That is my own private enigma. A mystery as elusive to me as the lovely Spanish words beneath the intriguing portraits of simple black and white.  ¶ 5/15/2006 01:43:00 PM