I’m reading over the draft of my WIP and filling in those holes. Am I suposed to be having his much fun? Today was the easiest thousand words of all*. It is coming together! This is glorious. I have this goal to have a draft finished before vacation, you know, and it just may happen!...
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Monthly Archives: June 2009I got to church today quite early, and was visiting with a lovely friend for a few minutes. Another friend, unusually flustered, sat with us to ask if we’d heard the news. This is the news: a family, who used to live in our neighborhood, went camping in a remote mountain area this weekend. One... When Husband and I got married, we used to talk about the kind of parents we’d be. He’d be the fun, soft-spoken, happy Dad. I’d be the gentle, supportive, singing Mom. Reality has leaped in here and changed our details a little bit. I am not the gentle mom. I am the nag. I am... Husband came home late from basketball. Usually when he plays that long (from 5.30 – 7.00) he looks a lot… wetter. And smells, well, gross. Today he didn’t. He came in looking only a little embarrassed. I said, “How was it?” like a good wife, and he smiled and shrugged. Uh-oh. “Did you get hurt?*”... In High School, my dad was sort of Surrogate Dad to all kinds of my friends. He was the dad people wanted to hang out with. In fact, sometimes, I’d come home and find out that a friend had come over to visit, and when I wasn’t there, the friends would hang with my parents... At dinner the other night, Husband was trying to maintain some of that Terribly Important Family DinnerTable Conversation while waiting for Kid 4 to eat his food.* Husband said, “I remember when Kid 1 was three years old. She said, Daddy, of I’m still awake when we get home, can I pick the fuzz out... This isn’t Dad related, but I wouldn’t actually have funny children if there wasn’t a father around here, right? So Kids 1 and 2 are planning a secret move. I know this because I shamelessly read their emails. Especially to each other. Turns out Kid 2 is orchestrating a relocation to Cairo. Let me explain.... Mothers of small children are rarely trained in the arts, but are required to perform at the drop of a hat (or the onset of a tantrum) various musical numbers, frequently accompanied by proscribed dance moves which will be sorely missed if forgone or misapplied. In our house, these spontaneous shows occur at set hours... |