Hi you! And a hundred thousand welcomes to my new site, this new place: Little White Whale.
Except it’s not really new.
I mean, content is all the same. And of course, I’m still me. Once upon a time (like as of a year ago) I had a blog titled Little White Whale. But I wanted to try something new and so I began blogging with the name The Sunday Spill. I missed Little White Whale each day after.
Turned out to be one of those “don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone” things. What to do? I bought sarah-reinhart.com and now I’m officially back to LWW. I really feel like I’m home. No more switching sites around. Sarah-reinhart.com is it. I am here to stay. Long live Little White Whale!
Want to hear the back story for this place? I swear I heard you say yes. Find it in the about section at the top of the page or click here. Also, have you liked LWW’s facebook page? It’s an easy way for us to stay connected and I do want to stay connected with you.
Without further ado, a short story….
Leo has piano every Wednesday after school. His lesson is long enough that the rest of us can’t just hang out in a parked minivan. Thirty minutes in a still vehicle with Gus, Matilda, and Oscar–that’s just asking for what’s left of my sanity by 4 o’clock to poof! Vanish. Up in smoke. Like so:
But thirty minutes is also short enough that it wouldn’t make sense to drive all the way home either. So. We must must must find things to do.
When the weather is okay-ish, we head to Big Rock.
This Wednesday the weather was kind of cold, but okay-ish and Big Rock is where we went.
We had the park to ourselves. I love having a park to ourselves.
Before I knew it people were all like We’re cold. We can’t feel our hands. Can we get back in the car?
And I was all YOU BET.
We passed the rest of the evening in a non-descript way. Except, that is to say, when Mitchell got home.
I said we’d had pretty good day, but what about him?
Mitchell said actually it was a pretty horrible day. The job site at our new house had been robbed. Our framers’ tools which were in our house under a tarp had been stolen. Because of that the framers had to file a police report and spend the day working on getting new tools and consequently no work had been done on our house. Another day behind. Another day lost. Sigh for the framers. Sigh for us.
At first I was angry. I wanted to say THANKS A LOT YOU STUPID THIEF or THIEVES. And also, don’t you know it’s Christmas time? Why are you stealing a week out from Christmas? And also, I AM PREGNANT AND I AM PLANNING ON HAVING THIS BABY IN THAT HOUSE. How in the world is it ever going to get out of the framing stage if we keep having setbacks like THIS. And maybe I thought, SCREW YOU thief. Or thieves.
But as I sat eating my chicken tacos that I happened to have timed perfectly ready with Mitchell’s arrival home (so rare) –I eventually thought no. No, I don’t want to feel angry.
Matilda wanted another dollop of sour cream. Oscar wanted to sit on my lap. Gus needed more water. Leo asked to be excused from the table. Okay, okay, okay and okay. And I thought no, I don’t want to feel angry. I won’t keep this cycle going. Bad doesn’t need to bring about more bad. I thought Damn these chicken tacos are hitting the spot.
Then I thought, I know what.
I know what I’ll do. Tomorrow I will do something nice for someone else. Something kind. I’m going to booty bump, shift shake, spin this thing back towards the positive end. Raise the vibration. Hallelujah and amen.
Just. Do something nice.
That’ll make me feel better.
That’s what I will do.
Looking forward to tomorrow and something good. I wonder what it will be.