A Special Interest: The Number Wall

Number Sixes

“Hey, girl. Let’s contemplate numbers while I read you some Seuss.

 

Tyoma loves numbers.

As a toddler, he organized his magnetic numbers on every available surface. Little sequences adorned the drier, dishwasher and sides of our cars.

For  several months, number six was his favorite. Everywhere we went, he pointed out sixes with unlimited enthusiasm.

Mind you, Tyoma never said, “Six,” rather he pointed and verbalized, “Ah-dah-dah-dah!”

Close enough.

As he grew older, he became preoccupied with making his own number sixes. Naturally, he began to write much earlier than his peers. Page after page of smeary sixes stacked up in our art boxes.

Over long weekends and holidays, Tyoma and I built number walls in his room.

 

Numberwall

 

The walls evolved from globular number sequences to rigid cut and paste quilts. Over the years we have painted, collaged, taped, and stapled numbers to his walls. Velcroed dry-erase boards strain under the weight of  burgeoning magnetic numbers. Like tiny footnotes, lable-maker strips of digits dapple every wall.

I guess we are both obsessed.

This spring break, Tyoma wanted to redecorate his favorite number wall with a space theme. A huge bin of glow-in-the-dark celestial shapes caught his fancy. We prepared for their addition by removing one of his number walls.

 

Glow in the Dark

 

My mental image of Tyoma’s future wall was quite lovely.

I envisioned a symmetrical expanse of luminous galaxy bits. The soft glow would ignite Tyoma’s young mind with questions about physics and cosmology.

The reality was a smashed and misshapen mass of pasty plastic. Tyoma crammed all 50 pieces into three square feet. He hoped the light it generated would be enough to read by.

Despite “charging” the stars for most of the afternoon, the cluster glowed for only 30 seconds in the darkness.

Tyoma frowned and stared for a full 30 seconds.

He put his hands on his hips and said, “Mama, where’s the Sharpie?” I handed one to him.

He numbered every star and planet. After he finished, he stepped back and hopped. Continuing to bounce he exclaimed, “Wow! How cool! NUMBERS!”

Heh.

Double Decade Friends!

Bestfriends

My dearest friend is here for a wonderful seven day visit. This picture was taken some 20 years ago at her future husband’s house.

And, why yes, I am wearing my Dad’s discarded periwinkle turtleneck!

I have new posts to share but my tiny over-excited brain might need a day to process comments with out responding “asdfghjkl!!! Patricia! Yay! “

Bear with me! I hope to return with funny stories!

Thank you for reading.

♥ Lori

For My Mother

Mothers Day 2012

Most expectant mothers crave ice cream or pickles. My mother craved sunrises.

Thanksgiving morning, 1966, she woke my father, “Let’s drive out to the mountains and take pictures!” This remarkable moment was a change from her  morning pregnancy routine of sitting on a paint can near the toilet.

Dad tossed some saltines and photographic equipment into their red ’65 Oldsmobile Delta 88 and whisked her down sandy desert roads.  An hour later, the sun rose.  Too nauseated to focus the camera, Dad took a “Special times and Places” photograph for her.

Above, I tried my best to re-create his photo with ink and watercolor.

Could my expectant mother have known the child she carried would grow up to celebrate this special sunrise for her 45th year as a mother? I wonder.

I am proud of your spirit, grateful for your  humor,  and strengthened by your patience.

I love you, Mom.

Lori

E.T.A.:

Red Olds and Missile Garden

My Mom just sent me this lovely photo of her and Dad at that time! ♥

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