Didn't sleep much last night. We moved the bed around and I was worried it would be hard on Chicken! Ha. I'm the one who was wide awake at 2am. I did think about lots of things to write and why, if for once, the baby was sleeping, I was not. This never levels out. Every day is something new in my mind or my body. This whole reproduction thing is a impossible to manage and maintain any sense of self or normalcy. I can't write or spell anymore or hold a five minute conversation. Did I get out of the wrong side this morning. Literally.
On a good note, I managed to read three pages of something last night and one of my favorite American citizen-scholars is featured in this week's The Nation (at least the one that just got to my door the other day)-it is good to see a small feature on him, even as he continues to grow old. Any guesses. Hint: This sometimes ex-pat lives in Ravello, Italy most of the time and in light of his privy status as a literary, cultural and political player from birth has much to say on most things American and otherwise. These days they aremostly fatalistic classical history references to the decline of the American Republic and the monster that is our Empire. I know you know.
The other question for the day is- what is new favorite children's program. It features an emerald isle pig who is always exclaiming the rated G version of an Irish expletive! Or at least that's my take on it! Each day I bounce between loving my new life and wondering where my old life has gone. Papa says this is the most important thing I'll ever do, and I admit, watching this little primate grow and develop has it's Goodall moments and having something that looks at you like it looks to you for all ques to what is and what isn't EVERYTHING has a Karl Rove feeling to it, but I am spiritually exhausted. I guess just today.
Looking forward to dinner with our pal, Dr. Mango Sidecar this evening and the UT NotreDame game tommorrow. Vols are working on a loosing season, so lets see if they can pull this off. Cooking some game grub and we may go crabbing on Sunday. Record crabs, Papa said.
Okay. this is rambled enough. This is all over the place. How about someone tell me a story.
This picture is stolen off another friend's blog some time back, but it makes me smile and I need one today.
2 comments:
That's right kids. Learn your swears early-Jaysuz! Says joyce and other Dubliners.
Jakers rocks. I'll wait..someone will answer.
can not wait to see you. we have to turn off all cell phones b/c fitness will call every other minute.
oh, the verification prevents automatic spam....
Good lord, aunt stephanie! You're right puny for going on seven.
I'm glad to see you're keeping up with me. And yes, you win for guessing my ex-pat citizen scholar, the incorrigible (sp) Eugene Gore Vidal. He sounds like a cranky old man these days, but they usually know what they're talking about.
Yes, Park and Getwell. Ah, my days in Orange Mound and my gang of hoods cum bakers. Well, a further bit up Park actually for the boys.
okay. now you have to say a few words every few days.
It seems 3-4 years is going by and we'll get to say farewell to whole new batch of people we will only phone and email after a gallon of beer. We need to meet up half way and get a police escort out of Salt Lake City or something.
my mama entered my picture in the beautiful child contest and i won $5. She give the money to me and I went to the picture show TWENTY TIMES!
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