I feel stressed and sad. Prepping the house for a move, but not knowing when or where. Dustin not setting a defense date and saying he can't meet the deadlines but texting me about wanting to go to ribfest or the air show. My daughter crying constantly. The sense that I'll never be able to transition back to regular 1/2 time library work if I sub ( Read more... )

They may be fiddly and eat through a battery a week, but I'm sold ( Read more... )

An incident from last week I've been meaning to share: I took Alice to a large crowded playground. There was a small pack of boys running around. They appeared to be between the ages of 8-12. Alice was fascinated by them, as they ran after one another pretend shooting one another and making up rules on the fly and hollering and climbing everything ( Read more... )

About 48 hours ago I started to feel better physically. Then the trees started to flower here and there. Today I spotted a magnolia in bloom. The sun shone down on us. Now everything seems okayish again ( Read more... )

That entry was epic-ly long, but I forgot two things ( Read more... )

On Friday my house was clean. Like Open House while selling clean. Like mother-in-law coming clean. Today (looks around with beer in hand), bristle blocks are strewn about, papers are piled high on the coffee table, dishes reach to heaven like mini towers of Babel and the kitchen floor is littered with toddler socks, used cloth napkins, and the odd ( Read more... )

What kind of fuckery is this?
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Alice: Let's go downstairs to the kitchen! Eat breakfast ( Read more... )

So D was invited to do follow-up interviews in a few months: in Connecticut and Boston. He is excited about the Boston one and I told him I'm open to the idea but want to visit with him when he goes ( Read more... )

Many things are milling about in my brain ( Read more... )