This afternoon I did get the twins to nap, but not easily. It involved about 35 – 40 minutes of singing, and 1.5 hours of bouncing both of them in their bouncy seats while sitting in my nursing chair. The motion reminded me of when I was a kid, using the foot pedal on my mom’s Singer sewing machine. Of course, that only required one foot, not two. And when I tried to type, I discovered that I’m not sufficiently coordinated to work both feet and hands at the same time. Every time I tried to do anything more complicated than reading, my rhythm got off and the babies stirred. I have had a sneaky idea in the back of my head for several years, which originated when I went to the EMP and spent 10 minutes in a percussion room, of learning how to play a drum set and playing in a band (with all my spare time). Playing drums was incredibly fun, but this afternoon’s experience underlined how insanely difficult it is to do well. Another strike against me is that I’m absolutely terrible with lyrics. I just don’t hear them. Consequently, I know the first few words to a few songs, and then it’s, “Something, something something….” Singing lullabies meant cracking open my laptop and reading the lyrics rather than gazing, soulfully or otherwise, into my babies’ eyes as I serenaded them. Maybe the glow of a computer screen will always make Emily and Joanna somnolent. Perhaps I’ve ruined their ability to do their homework without falling asleep in the middle of it. It’s my fault they’ll never graduate from college!
Anyway, maybe when I’m in my 60’s and my kids are grown and out of the house, I’ll assuage my empty-nest syndrome by taking drum lessons. And then I’ll form an old lady rock band. We’ll practice in our garage and irritate all the neighbors. “When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now…” (Beatles, “When I’m 64”.) Though I’d better not have grandchildren on my knee: at that point Hazel will only be 24, and the twins will be 20 or 21.
Today I realized that the company I ordered my new birthday camera from is located in New York. Given the devastation there, I’m not expecting to see it for some time. If only delayed merchandise and cancelled flights were the worst consequences of Sandy. I have read stories of people doing really wonderful things, both in the line of duty and not. Here’s hoping that the affected communities come out of this with as little damage and trauma as possible. A storm 1000 miles across really boggles the mind.
We’re going to have friends over for Halloween. I can’t wait to see all the kids together, dressed up and excited. Fun, fun! I’m going to make cider (lots), smoked salmon chowder, spaghetti with pesto meatballs, and maybe, if I’m feeling really ambitious (probably not) a pie. Though really, on Halloween desert seems superfluous. We roasted the seeds from our pumpkin today. I am glad that I learned so much about cooking, cleaning, sewing, and generally household DIY projects from my mom. Sharing that knowledge and experience with my kids is very rewarding.