Saturday, March 15, 2014

What's posterity got to do with my posterior?



Strange how life happens, and happens, and keeps on happening, even when you don't stop to record any of it, not in writing, that is, for posterity. What is posterity, anyway? Does it have anything to do with our posteriors? Our behinds?
I'm thinking yes, yes. It has everything to do with our behinds.

I've vowed to stop dwelling on my behind. Not that I ever truly 'dwelled' on it. Well, now, come to think of it... I spend a lot of time sitting, thus sort ot dwelling, on it. But I certainly have a habit of needing to see what it's doing, or how it's looking doing, back there whenever there is a mirror handy and no one is watching. You know.

What a strange and vain, in every sense of the word, habit. And the day I see my daughters doing it is the day I realize I am a terrible role model. Check your asses before you leave the house, girls. You never know. You never know what, exactly? You never know who might be judging you by the shape, size and volume of your ass?

Oh dear. This is not at all why I stopped in here to write today. This is what happens when I'm presented with a blank page and I'm alone in the house with nothing and no one but the dog curled up on a sunny spot on the floor and the guinea pig around the corner by the chimney noisily nosing her water bottle and chewing on the bars of her cage. Having a caged animal in the house has got to be one of the more bizarre aspects of parenthood. Why? Why, what with the horses and the dog and the squirrels and the birds and the weasels and bobcats and chipmunks and foxes, and bears, and wild rabbits and mice and the voles, and lowing cows in the distance, do country kids need a caged pet in their house? Why?

There I go again. Another tangent. So anyway. It's been awhile. Winter, it's safe to say, came. It's still here. Take a look.





The thought keeps occurring to me, that it isn't what's in the picture that makes Vermont unique, but what's missing from the picture. 

And, while we're on the topic of posteriors....



14 comments:

Loom With A View said...

Ha! Our cat does the same thing. Leave her alone too long and another roll of TP meets a violent end.
My daughter also has a yen for small furry caged animals. We are resisting the guinea pig demands because the mice were regularly neglected and it was me who ended up cleaning the cage, and the fish tank before that. I also take care of the cat, but having a cat is MY choice!

alouise said...

I'm so glad you're back - I've missed your writing and your photos terribly :)

Kathleen Trail said...

Funny how our kids are the only mirror we need sometimes... And I'm with @alouise - I was so excited to see your post & pix today!

alison said...

Hi Glad to hear from you again. Did you ever tell us the puppy's name? She's beautiful!

Betsy said...

Hey. These comments are not coming through my e-mail like they normally do. What a pleasant surprise. Thanks for checking into the world's most annoyingly sporadic blog.
The puppy, who is now five months old and growing like a dandelion, is named Birdie. She's a hooligan and we love her.

aralyn said...

I am so happy you are back! Please tell us more about your puppy! I love her name. I don't know much about Springers. You must love them. Did you grow up with one? I'm interested in how they are with kids and if they wander when loose? I've had a lab and now have 2 English Cockers. They are all wanderers. The girls must be over the moon with a new puppy in the house. Congratulations!

Anonymous said...

Yes, we missed you! Glad you're back!

Anonymous said...

Ditto about "glad you are back"!!! Your photos are particularly awesome! Love the one with the house. Excellent! My posterior is as big as my boobs which arrive before "I" do (to kinda quote Dolly Parton). They always have until I lost like 40 pounds in one year slaving at the gym and starving but 10 years later, I am back to my "hello boobs", wait, my name isn't "boobs" but you would think it was so everyone stop looking at them! I can't see my posterior (thank goodness) so I guess I concentrate more on my boobs! For sure! People are nuts to get a boob job! Kim from BCN PS. Your little puppy Birdie is lovely!! So glad you got another dog!

Anonymous said...

I'm so glad that you're here writing again!

The picture of your house looks like one of those miniatures in a winter wonder land landscape!

Mini Ruby (Birdie)is into mischief, I see! It's like having a baby again. I'm going through a similar situation. He chews up everything, including his bed.......

We've outlawed caged animals in our house. I've done it so many times. Eventually they die and everyone's heartbroken. I'm not gonna' lie. I use guilt as a way to get out of it. "How would you feel if someone put you in a cage and that was your whole life?!" It may seem terrible to some, but I really feel guilty caging an anything that should be running free. I've gone soft, I guess. That and some of us have horrible allergies. The whole messy cage clean-up irritates those allergies, so that pretty much does it. My kids are smart, though. They ask for scorpions, lizards, etc. that are easier to clean up after. I remind them of the whole being in a cage thing..... They're persistent!

Sure have missed you! I started following you on Babycenter again because it had been so long since you'd written here. You said that you have a job? Tell us more!

KiminAZ

Emma said...

Oh Yay! Betsy's back! I've missed living my vicarious Vermont life.

Betsy said...

Responding to comments is such a pain in the derriere, again, the derriere, compared to in Word Press. Why isn't there a way to respond to each comment individually??? Blogger???


Aralyn: Springers are fabulous family dogs. Extremely gentle and submissive and affectionate and loyal and dutiful. Our former springer spaniel, Ruby, was like our Nanny. They need tons of exercise or else they will annoy you to death.

Kim from BCN PS, you have me guessing. I loved your comment.

Kim in AZ. Ewww, lizards. No thank you. Sadly, I think even Esther regrets the guinea pig now. She takes great care of her, but it's a chore and she feels guilty about how much attention the dog gets in comparison...
Emma: I'll do my best to keep up the Vermonty posts. Winter won't quit at this point. Neither will the gray which doesn't inspire photographs. Oh joys. I see it's snowing again...

Anonymous said...

Hi, Betsy! I don't have an on-line persona. Several years back someone copied me (with a different name), literally, on Facebook and it scared the creepolas out of me! (I contacted FB and the account disappeared). I'm still on Facebook though but not active, just left everything as it was. Don't you have an email to write to? Anyway, got back on your blog to see your photos again and to say that I really also like the photo of the snowy trees that comes right before the wonderful photo of the snowy house. Re. the toilet paper. Saw a study years ago about baby monkeys in a zoo and how they loved, LOVED, playing with toilet paper. My daughter is almost 4 now but when she was 1.5 or 2.5 I let her have rolls of toilet paper which she LOVED. Adorable, but when the fun was over I secretly cursed cleaning up all the paper! LOL! I really love your posts. They are just so honest. Kim from BCN

Clare Smadja said...

I am soooo happy to read you again Betsy! My 2 eldest children have close to the same age as your girls, and I first started reading you way back when Isla was only small. I followed you here to France, and then back to Vermont. Then I got a little lost en route - 2 roads diverged in a wood - but I'm back and am so glad you are too! I know too well that blank page when you're alone... Look forward to reading you again soon. Gros bisous

Lara said...

Glad that you're back, I know winter is hard for you so I was concerned it was a difficult time. Beautiful photos, as always.