With apologies to Eric for his enthusiastic tagging and the general promotion of camaraderie, I just can’t do another meme right now. (If you would like to see the questions I’m not answering, please click here. If any leave you…
Category: just me
waddling the “middle way”
I’ve been thinking this phrase, “waddling the ‘middle way,’” all day long — not very hard, just sort of holding it there, in my mind, gently; pretty sure I remembered it from The Tao of Pooh — and that it’s…
laughter and other evidence of letting go
Last night, Scott and I were lying in bed watching TV. A commercial came on for that new movie with Robert Duvall and Joaquin Phoenix. I said, “Mmmm…. I loves me some Joaquin Phoenix.” “Really?” Scott asked. “Yes,” I replied.…
fig season & mother’s little helper
It’s fig season in our backyard. Brown Turkey Figs. The trick is to pick them when they’re ripe, but before the birds or squirrels find out that they’re ripe. (Hey, that shape is oddly familiar.) Actually I should say “squirrel”…
last night’s fight
He: Honey, can we talk about these dishes? Water running. He stands at sink. She walks around kitchen, finding other things to pick up and move. Anything but a dish. She: I thought it was a collaborative effort, or lack…
not much happens in the second trimester
I’d noticed it at first in the meditations-for-each-week-of-pregnancy book I’ve been reading. During the initial phase of gestation, say, up to week 12 or so, things change fast. Hormones are raging. The brain is spinning and on fire. The cells…
tiny kindnesses
At 2 p.m. today, after a series of unremarkable events: yoga class, flaking on a friend because I was too tired to go for a walk, coming home to discover cleaning ladies on their way and needing to be let…
and then I had to TEACH swim class
So the perils afflicting my beloved prenatal swim class continue. First there was the sore throat, and then the mystery of the missing bathing suit, and then, on Friday, NO TEACHER. What??? I spend my entire day literally waiting for…