On Tuesdays, the community of Two Writing Teachers hosts the Slice of Life. Join the incredible community by writing a snippet of life, or even join with just a comment or two. Everyone is welcome!
Last night's twitter chat was inspiring as the
community of Two Writing Teachers discussed how we live and teach writerly
lives. This morning, I wasn't sure what I was going to write, and then my
daughters provided inspiration with the catastrophe of a spilled smoothie. I
only wish I had the good sense to take pictures, but you will all have to use my
words and your imagination in order to bring this story to life. Let's start by
saying that I make smoothies for my high school daughters every morning, and I
make them with plenty of blueberries so they are a lovely purple
color.
This morning, we had a welcome 90 minute delay, but
it's amazing how extra time can make us all late. Are we the only ones who
experience this paradox?
With the extra time, I collected and started the girls'
laundry, a job I usually leave for them. I guess the extra time made me feel
generous, and I was stuck with my writing, trying to decide on my slice for the
day.
A little while later, Julia and Clare rushed around the
kitchen gathering their lunches, snacks, bags, backpacks--for whatever reason,
Julia seemed like she had even more to carry than usual.
"Don't forget your smoothie," I said, sensing that the
red solo cup would be left on the counter since the hands were so
full.
I didn't look up again as the two of them headed for
the garage, but I did look up when Julia burst through the door a minute later.
I didn't see her, as I was in the library, but I did hear her:
"I hate your smoothie," she said. No, she yelled. Her
feet pounded up the stairs.
Clare was right behind her through the kitchen door,
but she was laughing.
"Smoothie catastrophe, Mom," she said. "We need some
towels."
Clare and I headed to the garage with a roll of paper
towels, a garbage bag, and my container of cleaning wipes. I wasn't sure what we
were going to find. Drops of purple smoothie led to the garage, becoming less
and less like drops and more and more like blobs as I got closer to the car.
Splashes of purple smoothie were all over the door and the floor. Fortunately,
she hadn't spilled too much on the seat.
Clare and I were just finishing cleaning the mess when
Julia reappeared in a new and clean outfit.
"There's a little more laundry," Julia said.
"Sorry."
No problem. I just wanted the time to write my slice!
I'd found a good one!
Happy Slicing!
