So this morning, I was at work at my new job. (Discount retailer. Toy department. Part time. Just for the holidays.) La-la-la, straightening the shelves, taking the frozen pizzas someone left on a shelf to the grocery department’s ruined items section, disposing of the can of silly string someone sprayed [...]
Too tired to even root out a picture, quote, or link to share. Good night.
I had a dye day on Monday. Surprisingly, the only person who’s questioned my brightly-coloured hands in the days since is my son.
Tomorrow, I should be able to retrieve them from the studio and re-skein them. And then… it can all begin.
In the middle of dinner tonight, after a brief silence, Acorn spoke up.
“I like living lots,” he informed us.
Confused, we agreed that that was good. He continued:
“Because when the dinosaurs were stepping on cars they ate a lots of people. I’m glad I didn’t get eated by a dinosaur.”
So are we all, darling [...]
A few nights ago, Acorn requested “silly songs” as we drove home. I thought “18 Wheels on a Big Rig” might amuse him.
I was rewarded with the purest of laughter, a new way to delight my boy, and an earworm that just won’t die. The part where you count in Roman numerals is [...]
Today, I taught the first class on what I believe I’ll be calling the Seaglass Hat. Today was meant to be the only session of the class, but of my three confirmed students and two maybes, only the two maybes actually got to be there today. At least one of the others will [...]
A camera couldn’t have captured the image: a small person, huddled just inside the door of a dim bedroom under a red flannel sheet. Sound asleep.
“Mommy?” he says when he wakes. Then his face crumples as he remembers. “Mommy, it was too late.”
I know what this means: time to clean the [...]
Migraine = No coherent post.
Believe me, I tried to write one. It didn’t even make sense to me.
Oh yeah. It’s November. Can’t go to sleep without a stop by this place.
Maybe it’s not such a good idea to blog daily while working two and a half jobs and mothering a four-year-old?
Nah.