The Green House
On this day 2 years ago, Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog announced their break-up on Twitter.
I can’t believe I missed that.
Just a few days ago I learned how to write and text on my Iphone’s blackboard screen and sent my daughter the text, “It ain’t easy being green.” It was funny because we just played Cranium that night and the other team beat us by knowing who said it. Because of that, and, well, she didn’t know what a blimp was.
If you’ve ever been called one, you know.
It’s been a good week. I finally finished a story I’d been working on for way too long, intimidated by scientific words like stalactites and stalagmites. I can only remember which is which by using elementary clues like “g” is for ground and “c” is for ceiling formations. My science experience includes making rock crystals on a string with my girls and blowing up Mentos in a soda bottle.
I’ve been scrambling for something super interesting to write about today, but other than the jaw dropping gorgeous views through Wimberley and my cursing outburst at a Dooley driver who nearly ran me over on Highway 16 out of Fredericksburg, it’s been mostly calm.
So I went to the internet looking for other interesting news and found out that on August 4th, 1944, Anne Frank was arrested. It did not escape me that she was a child in hiding who feared for her life and still managed to write every day.
I have no excuses.
Prince’s Purple Rain took the #1 spot on the charts in 1984 and stayed there for about 6 months according to the On This Day website that tells you what interesting things happened in history.
That was the year I wrote a review of his concert in Dallas for my high school paper. It was, to this day, one of the most awesome concerts I have ever seen. It was also the review Mrs. Rodewald, my newspaper advisor and journalism teacher, submitted for consideration to the Quill and Scroll Honor Society.
I lived and breathed that album for two straight years.
On days when I feel like I’m losing my mind, I hear Let’s Go Crazy in my head. It was the first thing I thought of when I was previewing a home a few weeks ago that had an elevator shaft, but no elevator.
And if the elevator tries to break ya down, go crazy. Punch a higher floor.
We need higher, greener ground to stand on. Kermit was supposed to be the Frog
Kermit was supposed to be the Frog prince of Miss Piggy. What kind of world are we living in when stringed puppets can’t even get it right?
This week, I’ve been out previewing land, walking the Guadalupe River, taking photos and texting videos of scampering baby armadillos. It’s in this green space that I realize how good life is. Really, really good.
Then I come home and find Natalie and her boyfriend, John, in the kitchen…again, laughing and preparing a delicious meal to enjoy together.
It ain’t easy being green.
“Do what you love,” I tell the girls all the time.
Tonight I’m having a friend who needs a friend over for dinner. No strings attached.