goodbye september...hello song i love

October is my favorite month. Autumn is my favorite season. Works out quite nicely, eh? I agree.

Okay, for your listening enjoyment. I've been singing bits of this song to myself a lot lately and it should be stuck in your heads too. Prego.

open letter

Dearest Poke,

“I wish.” “I wish I had the words.” “I wish I had the answers.” “I wish I had assurances.” “I wish I was there with you, in person, to hold your hand, to lend my shoulder, twenty-four hours a day.”

These words are so full of sympathy, of caring and love, but they feel so useless. I think that, even as we say them, our full hearts behind them, we know that they aren’t even a bandaid to cover up the hurt.

I want to offer hope, and I do have hope. I want to offer assurances, but I don’t have many. I know that you will cherish and love absolutely your child or your children, when the time comes and in whatever way that happens.

The best I can do is to assure you that I’m here. You may not want to call on me because I don’t have the answers, but know that you can, whenever. If writing is easier or better and you just want the emotions to pour out of you through your words and you want to send those words far, far away, send them to me.

I may not have expressed myself perfectly here, but sometimes I just don’t have the words. I hope that I haven’t caused any more hurt. Please let me know what you want, what you need, even if that is space to just deal.

I’m here.

duck

technical question

Okay, for those of you who use RSS feed readers...which do you use? Which would you recommend? I know next to nothing about this, but I want to add the feature here and I'm just curious.

i should be sleeping...

or reading, or something other than this. Ah, well.

The other day, both Cardo and I were freaking exhausted (he's been encroaching on my mornings sleeping in) and Pic was entertaining herself for a bit. When I finally roused myself from my almost-sleep, I noticed that she had chocolate on her face. Cardo hadn't noticed this at all (even though I asked him four times, "Does she have chocolate on her face?"). So, we asked her, "Have you been eating the chocolate chips?" She replied in the affirmative. When we asked her how many chocolate chips she had eaten, she paused and then replied, "Enough."

impromptu trip

We were moping around the good ol' apartment this morning when I suggested we head over to Roseville. I have this wanderlust or something and I want to hit the freaking road already. Soon enough, it'll be snowy and it'll take us seven hours to make a three-hour trip (ah, the joys of our spur-of-the-moment trip last winter break).

I was hoping to pick up a pair of Keens at the Nordstrom at the Galleria at Roseville (there's more to the name, but we're not that acquainted and I can't remember the rest), but, well, no kicks. We did stroll a bit in the crowded mall. Then, we headed over to Mimi's (where I ate good pasta that I could easily make at home and, I hope, I soon will and some not so great dessert that I had high hopes for...ah, well) and finally to REI where we bought nothing.

On the drive home, as we neared the border, I kind of yelled out, "We're getting closer to home!" (sometimes I'm unnecessarily loud) and the following song popped into my head. I tried to buy the album recently at Recycled Records, but no tunes.




When I got home, sweet coupons, I saw that Nubius Organics is having a sale on reusable water bottles and I found some really groovy ones (hey, why not groovy, what with GFR and all?).

nice and age appropriate

This is from the children's menu at a local restaurant. (Also, notice that Pic methodically colored the entire space. We have yet to explain mazes to her, but this one's stellar for when we get to that point.)

ugh

I'm sick again. I thought because I was so kind in keeping my illness to myself a few weeks ago, Cardo and Pic might just keep their illness to themselves this time around. Alas and alack, it was not meant to be. And, anyway, who am I kidding? I have a three-year-old. Of course she'd like to cough in my face and share her cold with me. So, for the next few days, I'll be feasting on tea and echinacea. Mmm.

This is not a good time to be sick, either -- as if there ever is such a time. I gave my students Friday to meet with their groups and I cannot give them any other time outside the classroom right now. Next week is all planned. I'm just thinking, "please, please just let me get through this week. Thanks."

In other non-news, I had a horrible dream two nights ago (and last night also, but I'll only share one, and, you're welcome). I had a dream that I was pregnant (bad enough) with quadruplets! The freaking horror. Whoever is in charge of doling out dreams, I have one thing to say to you, "Not funny."