COVID-19 · exploration · slice of life

On a Mission for One Item

The kids and I arrived at Bombergers, which is a local hardware store, with a solitary item to buy: cracked corn for the ducks at the local park. I called the store ahead of time so I knew exactly where to go once I got inside since my kids like to take detours in Bombergers — because it is awesome! I told them, “we are only going to purchase cracked corn.” Isabelle said she understood. Ari remained silent.

Somewhere between the cart corral and the start of the brown tile floor, Ari found several items at his eye level to touch.

“Are-eee!” Isabelle scolded.

“Please don’t touch anything, Ari,” I said.

Halfway down the brown tile floor, on the way to the birding section, Ari discovered a cozy, outdoor chair. As I pushed the cart, I realized Ari was no longer behind us.

“Are-eee!” Isabelle scolded with exasperation. “Stay with us!”

Three masked men smiled as they passed us by, “I think he wants to buy that chair ma’am.”

“Looks that way,” I replied.

“C’mon, buddy, keep moving,” I told him.

Once we followed the brown tile to the right, I said, “Look, there’s the birding section.” But before we could find the cracked corn, Ari had his hands on everything from squeaky pet toys to wind chimes.

“Are-eee!” Isabelle scolded with a stomp of her foot.

“Would you please be more patient with him?” I requested of her.

“But he’s touching everything!” Isabelle whined. “Why is he touching everything?”

“Because he’s four and a half. This is what he does.”

Once we heaved two bags of cracked corn into the cart, we attempted to walk from the cracked corn to the cashier. However, the walk included more wind chimes, more chair sitting, and more toy touching. Isabelle grumbled, but tried not to admonish her brother. Until…

Isabelle and I got in line and Ari scooted off to some patio tables. He was in my peripheral vision when I noticed the checkout lines converging. As a woman and I went through the “No, you go first” motions I heard a few things fall. I looked straight over to where Ari was and noticed he dropped some marble-beads that were in the center of the outdoor table.

“Are-eee!” I scolded.

Isabelle smirked at me.

“I know he can be ridiculous too,” I confessed to her. “Would you please help your brother pick those up and then bring him back to the line?” I asked.

“Fine,” she stomped off towards Ari.

That’s when I looked at the woman whose line was merging into mine and said, “I think I will take you up on the offer to go first. As you can see, we came in for one thing, but we should probably get out of here before he breaks something.”

She laughed knowingly… as if she’d been in my shoes before.

With that I sanitized Ari’s hands, paid, watched him touch two more things, sanitized them again, and then left with both kids. Who ever thought a trip for cracked corn could be so entertaining for a child whose mom and older sister just wanted to keep him as germ-free as possible.

Here we are, with the cracked corn, at the park. If you’ve read my past posts about the finicky ducks, you won’t be surprised to know that they didn’t love the cracked corn either. (About a third of the ducks enjoyed it. 🤪🤯🥵)
exploration · slice of life

The Tiny House in Buchanan Park #SOL21

A view of the Liberty Bond House from Race Avenue.

I’ve driven down Race Avenue many times since the pandemic began since it’s on my way home from the gluten-free bakery where I buy my bread each week. Every time I drive by Buchanan Park, I notice a red and white building that looks tiny in size, yet appears grand in stature. A few weeks ago, I went online to Buchanan Park’s website to see if I could determine what the structure was all about, but I came up empty-handed.

This morning, I decided it was time to figure out what it was. It was windy, but sunny. I knew the grass had dried up enough since last weekend’s storms so I asked Ari, “Would you like to get out and see what that red building is?”

It’s red. His favorite color is red. His answer was, of course, “Yes!”

I parked on the side of Race Avenue, grabbed my purse, took Ari by the hand, and locked the car.

“I’m noticing there aren’t any paved paths up to this building,” I stated.

“Why don’t they have any paths?” Ari inquired.

“I don’t know,” I said scanning all around. Really, no paths. “We’ll have to walk on the grass.”

Ari held my hand as we walked across the slightly squishy ground. “I see a sign in front of the house,” I told him. “That’ll tell us more.”

We approached the sign, which I read aloud to Ari.

I had no idea Lancaster was the capital of the U.S.A. for one day! I looked into it further this afternoon and it appears that September 27th is Capital Day here in Lancaster. (I’ve only lived here for a year and a half so this was news to me!)


Despite the wind whipping around us, Ari and I went around the back of the Liberty Bond House to explore. He wanted to go inside, but it’s closed so we headed home with our new-found knowledge about our new little city.

Ari checked out the back door.
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The Beeping in My House

Lots of things beep in our house. I can usually discern the beeping sounds when I hear them.

  • The dishwasher beeps three times and then stops.
  • The washer and dryer make deee-deee-dee-dee-dee sounds every 20 seconds for ten minutes and then they’ll stop.
  • The oven and microwave timers won’t stop beeping unless someone shuts them off.

The list goes on and on.

This afternoon, Ari and I were eating lunch when the beeping started. I heard it before Ari did. It was a loud and continuous beep-beep-beep sound coming from upstairs. I tried to ignore it. Ari started looking around to see where the beeping was coming from. After ten minutes, Ari got agitated with the sound. “All done!” he declared.

“Should we get your bottle and figure out where that beeping is coming from?” I asked him.

He didn’t say yes, but he made a bee-line for the gate that leads to the second floor of our house. I guess he was as agitated as I was.

We walked up the stairs and the beeping got louder. By the top stair, I realized the sound was coming from my bedroom. Those kids! They always play with our alarm clocks. I bet one of them turned on an alarm!

I closed the gate behind Ari and followed the beeping to my husband’s side of the bed. No wonder I didn’t recognize the sound… it was coming from his new alarm clock! Gah!

I have no doubt Ari or Isabelle accidentally turned on the alarm when they were playing in our bedroom this morning. Now I need to check the rest of the alarm clocks and technology in our house to make sure they didn’t accidentally set any alarms to go off in the middle of the night! (Because that has happened before thanks to my darling daughter.)

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exploration · OBSERVATIONS · reading the world · technology

Exploring the Universe One Star at a Time

We returned home from dinner a bit after Isabelle’s bedtime. The sky was clear and she was wide awake. We took advantage of the clear night and did some star gazing, which was enhanced by my SkyView App. (She was less interested in viewing Jupiter through the app than I was, but she sure enjoyed looking at the view with us.)