The snow is melting and so my mother-daughter day in Seattle did not involve dying in a car accident.  Instead, we arrived at a conveniently located parking garage at 11:20 a.m., gazed at the Seattle Center comatose fountain, scurried into the Seattle Center building (such a shadow of its former tacky self), examined the life-sized snow-globe and then rode the Monorail to Westlake Center for a quick shopping expedition at Children’s Place (new hat, gloves, sweatshirt, matching pants and three stuffed animals).  Then, at her insistence, we ascended and descended and ascended the escalators before returning on the Monorail to the Seattle Center where we dined at Quincy’s.  (My daughter ate five mini-corndogs, asked for more and threw away most of her fries.  What a weird kid.)

But all that was the prelude to our real purpose for being in Seattle on a Friday afternoon.

My six-year old and I attended the Pacific Northwest Ballet’s “Nutcracker” performance.  She, of course, has never been to the ballet and I hadn’t been since I went with the International Club in high school.  We had amazing seats–why go at all if you can’t see?

Tonight, I asked her what the best part was–she said it was when the Mouse-King bit the girl–and then, I said, no, I mean the best part of the whole day and she snuggled against me and said, “Spending the whole day with you.”  I hope she still thinks that in ten years.  My boys would much rather hang out in their cave with their friends and an unbeaten video game than with their mother–which is as it should be.

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Christmas Day was a rousing success, if I do say so myself.  Saying so seems self-congratulatory because, face it, without me, there would be no Christmas.  I mean, without Baby Jesus there would be no Christmas.  But without me there would be no homemade fudge.

We told the kids they could look in their stockings but that their dad and I would not be down before 9 a.m.  We were and it was all over by 10 a.m.–well, unless you are me, and then there is cooking to do.  We have a hearty meal, but one that’s easy to prepare, and one of my teenagers likes to cook.  By 3 p.m. we were cleaning up and my husband–God bless him!–suggested that I go to a movie.  So I did.  I saw “Doubt” with Meryl Streep and, uh, that guy whose name slips my mind, but he was fantastic.  I said to the ticket-taker guy, “Hey, what are those people waiting for?” and he said, “The Marley movie,” and he said, “Doubt?  What’s that?”  And I said, “You know, the nun movie?” because, really, did I want an existential conversation with a ticket-taker guy who doesn’t even know the basic plots of the movies showing at his theater?


I can see why “Doubt” has received rave reviews.  I really liked it.  (More than “Seven Pounds” which is hardly a fair comparison, but that movie, “Seven Pounds” has a basic premise that I do not accept.)

My family room is a wreck at the moment–I just looked over searching in vain for a good ending sentence for this blog.  I guess it’s a sign that the kids here are living it up, enjoying life in my house.  That’s fine, as long as no one spills anything sticky.  The carpets were cleaned recently and wouldn’t it be nice if no one spills Kool-aid for awhile?

Another holiday over and done.  Check it off the list.  Let’s move along.

7 thoughts on “Check

  1. Oh, your Christmas sounds delightful.

    Here in Michigan, we are experiencing thunder and lightening. And, the snow is melting at an alarming rate.

    I have my extended family coming for Christmas on Sunday. On Monday I plan to do absolutely nothing. On Tuesday I have my grandchildren – overnight. I guess I could look to them for help in undecking my halls. They’ve been trying to for weeks now…


  2. Ah, yes! I remember going on a few school field trips (courtesy of Lake Louise Elementary School in Lakewood) to the Seattle Center. Saw my very first play there as well – a Midsummer Night’s Dream, I think it was. I was probably 11 or 12 years old at the time, and loved it.

    As a teen, at Lakes High, I went to the Seattle Center to (now I know you won’t believe it, but is is true!) an evangelical event that drew thousands of people. The fountain, at that time, was certainly not comatose, and it was fun to sit and watch the timed spouts. It must have been late Spring or Summer – very sunny.

    Thanks for the trip down memory lane… 🙂

    I love Meryl Streep, and we’ll be headed for Doubt, as well as The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which has intrigued us since they first started teasing with trailers this summer in the theaters.

    Happy New Year!



  3. I have to agree with you on the “without mom there would be no….” I’ve told my husband more than once that if I die the poor kids will never celebrate a holiday again. He doesn’t even know what we are giving the kids, let alone go out and buy anything. But he has other skills.

    I’m glad the Christmas holiday was nice.


  4. Glad you all had a Merry Christmas. Nothing would happen if it weren’t for the women of the home…in my opinion of course.
    We attended the “Nutcracker” this year for the first time in forever and it was delightful. My nieces who are 9 and 10 years old were mesmerized.


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