RAINBOWS ON MY MICROWAVE

I call this season "Sprinter".   Not quite winter and not quite all the way into Spring, regardless of what the calendar says and all that equinox business.  You know it's Sprinter from the following observations:

1)  Robins fighting/mating or just P.O.'d over the fact that they followed the calendar instead of the temperature and are fighting over the few worms (no doubt lethargic from their long winter's nap) that have managed to drag their squishy heads above the suddenly saturated underground.
2)  Snowsnorts - the leftover pieces of incredibly black snow that cling precariously to the sides of driveways, large rocks and extremely shady places. They are the sole survivors from the aggressive tactics of the "snow removers" who attack after each and every snowfall with plows, shovels and copious scatterings of rock salt. It is a semi-cannibalistic survival however, as the final snowsnorts rely on the weight and coverage of their unfortunate brethren who arrived last only to provide a haven and insulation to those who landed earlier. They totally suck the frigid aspects of those come-latelys as long as possible until an onslaught of above freezing days pulls the last bit of ice from their frigid veins.
3)  The arrival of shorts on, mostly adolescent Michiganders, when the first sprinter day above freezing raises it's promising head. There is something apparently shameful about actually wearing clothing and outer garments designed to keep their wearer warm one MINUTE after the temp goes into the 30's. These creatures can also be seen into December still sporting minimal clothing and also apparently owning no coats.  Though I do find it amusing on those really cold mornings, say 20 below, their Mommies and Daddies wait at the bus stop with them ensconced in a nice warm car until the bus show up.  They then spring forth absolutely dressed for summer which of course shows their macho toughness as they face the weather for a record 10.3 seconds to the bus and into the school.
4)  Lines at the car wash suddenly materialize followed by the amusing and futile drive home trying to avoid the inevitable Sprinter puddles (and left-over snowsnorts) in the road.
5)  The absolute shock when, of course, the lingering fingers of winter drop six inches on the newly warmed grass and pavement on April 10. The cursing that ensues generally helps melt the snow in record time and we and Mother Nature all have a good laugh about it.

However, you know the back of winter has been broken, Sprinter truly ends  and authentic Spring begins when one day you see a fuzzy, greenish haze settling over the trees. It is so fragile and you convince yourself it is an illusion.  But as the weeks progress the haze turns into beautiful, strong green leaves heralding true Spring.

Finally before it exits"Sprinter" also shows me a vision that only occurs at this time of year when the trees are still wearing their bare winter limbs yet the sun shines brightly all day.  The rainbow catcher that my Mother gave me many years ago catches the light and transforms my kitchen into a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across my kitchen. And she would have loved watching my grandson giggle as he darts around the room trying to catch the rainbows on my microwave....

Driving While Black

As I watch the US explode over race issues and the stupidity and prejudice of some people overwhelming the media, I am reminded of a story from a former supervisor.She is a black woman - highly educated, professionally regarded and a high-ranking manager. We are both friends and colleagues and no topic is off-limits with us from grandchildren to Afghanistan to race relations.  But this is her story and I ask only that you reflect on the simplicity of it and the implications it holds for our nation.  There is a difference in treatment and it impacts all of us. Don't think it just happens over there - wherever "there" is.

She was chuckling about trying to get car repairs done when working 50 hour weeks, coordinating church and youth activities with her husband and learning how to be a new grandmother and help to her daughter and son-in-law. She had to actually schedule an appointment to get her headlight lamp fixed as her free time is limited. Before that could occur, however, she was driving down a main highway on her way home from work - in full daylight.   She was thoughtfully stopped by a police officer, who noticed her front headlight was out, even though lights were not called for in daylight.  He approached her on the "passenger" side of the car motioning her to roll down her window with his right hand on his holster.  Really? She was professionally dressed, fully cooperative and hardly a threat to the police officer.  A simple story with no lasting repercussions, no fine, no jail, except to her sense of self and safety.

You have to ask yourself - is this how a police officer ever approached you on a simple traffic stop?

MCDONALDS IS FOR EVERYONE

I took my little grandson to McDonald's for supper the other day.  Yes I know, horrible Nana, feeding him that nasty stuff made up to look like real food in appealing colors and shapes.  My saving grace however is he never eats that much of anything-it's more to address his instantaneous need for something to fill his tiny little belly after a hard day at the salt mines of daycare.

We call it "his work".  He has a long day of greeting staff, being helpful with minor disputes, leading or directing the other children in some type of rebellious act or hazardous adventure before the caretakers catch on and spoil the fun,  By evening he is ready for some serious chill time and a "snack".  Consequently I am convinced he will not eat enough of that McD's to actually harm his growing body.

At any rate he is meticulous at carefully pouring his fries into the other side of the nuggets box.  Why, even his Mother does not know, but he is neat about it.  He eats the equivalent of one quarter of one tiny nugget and 3 french fries and then heads to the play area.  I don't know why I bother to bring the left-over remnants home.  I am the shoeless grandparent who hovers anxiously in the background as he climbs on anything he can in the play area hoping to avert disaster or having to make that phone call to the parents from the local urgent care.  All the while trying not to stifle his natural curiosity and acrobatic attempts on the equipment.  Papa keeps his shoes on as Joe has a tendency to make a break for the dining room when he gets bored.

Well on this episode, Joe took off running and was around the tables and up to the counter before Papa got moving to catch him.  He found Joe calmly ordering a "cupcake" (muffin) when they asked him what he wanted. I will always wonder if they would have filled his request to have it "his way" without money but now I will never know.  Just another day in the life of an almost 3 year old as you know "you gotta love the baby"!