last year toward the end of summer i threw one of the babies in the baby bjorn and went for a walk behind the hospital. this is a nice flat walk and takes about 40 minutes to complete.
my water bottle was drained and i was within 10 minutes of my front door when i saw something out of the corner of my eye.
it was a snake.
i screamed.
the snake either saw or heard me, because we both moved. i jumped up (what good is that?) and back, and the snake zoomed straight ahead.
the jury is still out on whether the snake was smart or stupid.
stupid – the snake zoomed ahead, across the path and fell down a cliff.
smart – the snake knew i wouldn’t follow it
however, now that the snake was definitely no longer a threat to me, i was interested in its outcome. i walked over to the barrier, and watched the snake bash its way down the cliff. it was taking a beating. bang up in the air down again and bang, repeat, repeat, repeat. all the time spinning. sometimes its belly would smack, sometimes its back.
eventually, the snake hit some flat ground and stopped its downward decent. ten seconds later it was moving. slithering around, trying to find a hole or the easiest path up to the top again.
it was the coolest thing. im probably not describing it well, because i am not the world’s biggest snake fan, but this was seriously neat. not even mel gibson could have survived this, yet this snake (whom i have renamed timex) took a licking and kept on ticking.
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one of the problems with the written word is its inability to project tone. tone influences how sentences should be taken.
it has recently come to my attention that my blog doesn’t always project my emotion, and that its author, (moi!) is not giving a complete view of my triplet infested life.
you only write about the sad stuff. or the frustrating stuff, people have said to me, and more often, to magnificent.
why?
1) i am not a gushy kind of person. i cant accurately describe the love i have for the babies, (although i am very good at describing the frustration!), and i don’t want to try.
2) my blog wouldn’t be very interesting if i focused on reasons why i love my children, or the loveable things the triumverate and sebastian had done that day. (or i couldn’t make it interesting).
3) i write my blog in a very rushed manner. i am writing to tell about the experience of triplets and a three year old and their magnificent father and possibly ailing cat and the trivia and God that makes up my existence. there are spelling and grammatical errors all over the place. you people with newborns can back me up, it is a rushed existence for those first few months. you’re like that snake, falling down the hill, wishing you would stop falling but hating the bang when you do!
but there is love.
tomorrow i will write about it. and why.
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Um, can I please say that I like your blog the way it is? I don’t think you write only (or even mostly, for that matter) about sad or frustrating stuff. I think you write about real life, and real feelings. I see love and joy all the time. I see marvel. I see wonderment. I see coping. I see laughter. I see travel. I see a rich and incredible life, with daily tribulations that each of us has to varying degrees.
Your blog. Your content. Your style.
Wait – clever musical allusion here……
Courtesy of Billy Joel!
Don’t go changing to try and please me,
You never let me down before.
And don’t imagine you’re too familiar,
And I don’t see you anymore.
I wouldn’t leave you in times of trouble,
We never could have come this far.
I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times,
I’ll take you just the way you are.
Don’t go trying some new fashion.
Don’t change the color of your hair.
You always have my unspoken passion,
Although I might not seem to care.
I don’t want clever conversation,
I never want to work that hard.
I just want someone that I can talk to,
I want you just the way you are.
Well, you get the point!
Icky snake story – try looking out your back window to see your beloved dogs relishing their latest conquest – a HUGE rattlesnake – all while taking turns carrying it around in their mouths.
On.A.Regular.Basis.
Fortunately dh is quite clever and skilled with a hockey stick & can deftly remove said snakes. Just barely before I collapse from adrenaline rush & the horror films racing before my mind’s eye.
NEVER….EVER…..make excuses for your blogging!!!!!!! I read it to read a bite of your reality, your life….I don’t want gush…..I just wish I could write more like you…..
love ya
l.
It sounds like the snake heard the voice of a sultry female snake saying “Get off the beaten path and drop over sometime”.
Just a wild guess.
Love , Dad
Of course there’s love! In everything you write, it’s more than obvious! And I for one enjoy your blog bcs it sounds like YOU. Well, I don’t know what you actually sound like but this is “you”, and I like “you”, and you should write abt whatever you want, this being your blog.
Re snake, am I to understand you didn’t then take the chance to photograph it? Oh Tess! Shame on you!
(Boulder, I had no idea that was BJ’s!)
Tess, your blog is you , dont you go changing it no matter what! I love your writings and it reflects who you are and what you are feeling. It will take time before you can express lots of joy and happiness in the trips and Seb’s growing up, probably because the last year has been so unpredictable. Enjoy this time , and when the time is right, you will be able to write those joyous times….
Love you lots
Auntie P
Heh- since I’m a guilty party when it comes to writing about the negative aspects of life- who am I to complain if you use your blog to vent about life? Personally, I think you gush quite a bit about your little ones and Magnificient Charles too- but perhaps that is because we both tend to toss in little bits and pieces here and there that add up to deep love and yet most people tend to disregard that part of our writing.
Eh, write with your heart- not with your head. Don’t listen to anyone else.
I agree with everyone else. Your deep love for your family comes shining through all the time. I think that all of you readers also know that you are more than what you write. Your heart and soul come through all the time.
your blog is you. please let it stay that way.
I’m with the rest! Your blog is all about love…and the depth and range of emotions that I read on (near) daily basis is the essence of life’s rich pageant. It’s all love, babycakes – and it’s just perfect the way it is!
Great sneak story–snakes are very resilient. Cockroaches are too. I once stepped on one pretty firmly, with an army boot, and it ran away unscathed. (It was accidental, so I didn’t grind it into the pavement or anything. I just stepped on it) Snakes are like that.
And your blog is like it is. You complain, you talk about the things you’re going through, and throughout all of it you radiate love for the wee ones and Sebastian. The view I have of your blog is actually that you’re ridiculously good-natured and hopeful and optomistic. It’s funny how, even in your complaints, I see optimism. 🙂
of course you seem to write more about the “negative” stuff. we all need to vent about the things that frustrate us in life. when marshall is bitching about our slobby house and sagan is having a snit i call a friend and “spread the love” as it were. talking about life’s annoyances and bad feelings help us process them. when good things happen we don’t as often think to call a friend just to say things are going well today. perhaps we should, but doesn’t usually work out that way.
you write about things that bother, annoy, frustrate, or sadden you BECAUSE you love your family so much, not because you don’t. that comes through in your writing. with every runny nose, banged up knee or forehead, and sleepless night we feel your pain, and thus, your love.
oh, and about the snake thing…um…8 foot boas in locked cages wouldn’t bother you, right? just askin. no reason.
Darling:
Can’t wait for tomorrow!
I think your blogs are so you, so bang on. It’s you telling it as it is, telling it as you feel it and experience it. Don’t change a thing, sweetheart.
And now I am going to phone you 🙂
M xox
Love is too grand a phenomenom to nail down in words. The more I love my husband or my children or my grandchildren the more I am wordless. It is too excrutiatingly beautiful to attach to something as concrete, as easily misunderstood or as inadequate as words.
We’ll read between the lines. Keep writing.
Love, KP