My brain has not been up for writing lately.
In lieu of deep thoughts or cute Jonah stories, I present cute Jonah in his entirety, in bumblebee costume, on video (never mind my messy messy house):
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Good Day: Grandma Marcia in town. She and Scott and Jonah play with the boy all day, who naps mid-wise in the stroller while I am out and about on my own. Tour preschool in the morning. Beautiful school, lovely people, pleasant interaction all around. Get pedicure. Ahhhhhhhhh. Try new Mexican restaurant. Eat best chile . . . → Read More: good day, bad day I’m in one of those moods lately where I keep checking my blog to see if I’ve written anything. You know? What have I been up to? A) Grieving, yes. Processing loss. Seems like I, and everyone else close to her, are feeling guilty for SOMETHING regarding our friend who recently passed. I’m starting to . . . → Read More: the state of the stork Had to look that word up to make sure I was spelling it right. Not that previous posts weren’t solipsistic, but once you go through what I recently went through, it’s hard to imagine blogging about breakfast again for a little while. Today we ate cookies for breakfast. One big cookie. A breakfast-bar type thing . . . → Read More: a return to solipsism We held the door open for a miracle, but none came. At least not in the hoped-for form. That’s the thing with miracles, they don’t necessarily obey orders. I meant to ask David if there was a significance to the director’s chair in the pathway to the front door. I don’t remember if it was . . . → Read More: at-one-ment, the conclusion Jonah made up a song. The melody was from a ditty he learned in our punk-rock singalong class. I didn’t know he’d actually “learned” it until now. He’d never sung it or shown any particular interest in it. But this was definitely the same melody. I was doubly surprised he remembered it since we haven’t . . . → Read More: jonah’s song But where is part two? A Buddhist Episcopalian priest, a spiritual social worker, and a Greek Orthodox Monk walk into a cancer ward… I may write about yesterday tomorrow. Don’t you want to know how the joke ends? This morning, I woke up and noticed the message light blinking on our phone. My friend had . . . → Read More: at-one-ment, part three My friend’s kidneys are failing. I was supposed to go over to her house Monday night to visit her. I haven’t actually seen her very much in the last two weeks, though we only live a couple of miles apart. I talked to her on the phone a lot. I picked up and delivered an . . . → Read More: at-one-ment |
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