faulty vision
From the monthly archives: January 2009
This week has been longer than most. Long. Loooooooooong. One of those weeks that never end, exhaustion bookended by calamity bookended by tedium–
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I started an exercise program this week, something that was long overdue since Hobbes was born. I’m not the fittest of people in the best of times, but back when I [...]
I do not think outside the box.
I like the box. It gives me framework. There are boundaries and corners where I can stick stuff. If it rains, I have cover; if it floods, I can float in it. There are dimensions and there is room for growth, because you can stick more boxes onto [...]
A little something to get you started after the weekend….
The Guy was reading my journal.
“Are you criticizing my lightswitch?” he demanded from the foot of the bed.
A little later…
“I didn’t say that context switching is the most efficient way to change state. You’re totally misquoting me. I said it was the most expensive way. You have to change that.”
“Mmfn,” I [...]
“Genius is always misunderstood,” the Guy said.
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“–if you could make another bottle for tonight,” I said, banging around the kitchen with my breast pump.
The Guy said, “You already started one.”
“Another one, I mean. He usually goes through two a night nowadays.”
“Oh.” There was a short pause, and then the Guy [...]
We watch American Idol.
Sorry.
“She’s 28?” the Guy said incredulously at one of the auditioners. I glanced at the screen; there was a shiny-faced, haggard woman on TV. “She doesn’t look 28.” And she didn’t. She looked in her 40s.
“Do I look that bad?” I asked.
The Guy tore his gaze away [...]
“Where were you when Obama was sworn in, Mommy?”
“Puking up my guts with the flu, honey.”
“That’s it?”
“Well, there was more, but you really don’t want to hear about that end of me.”
I dropped Hobbes.
Babies and small children have a charming trick of suddenly arching their backs and hurling themselves backwards. I don’t know why they do it; I’ve seen some do this in the middle of temper tantrums (mine does it when he’s upset about the shape of my breast, for instance. What does he [...]
The Guy is sick.
“I don’t get sick often,” he said, flat on his back on the sofa, “but when I get sick, I get sick.”
Hobbes, who was cozily snuggled up in his armpit and practicing sitting up, looked solemn.
He usually does.
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Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. day, and [...]
I was getting ready for work this morning, and the radio in the kitchen was — as usual — on NPR. They were interviewing a senator from California. I don’t recall the actual question, or maybe I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t hear it. Regardless, I tuned in just as the interviewee said the following.
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It turns out that my problem isn’t so much my inability to switch to English after two weeks of speaking primarily Japanese; it’s that after three months of spending 24 hours a day with a non-verbal, mostly non-expressive infant, I have lost the ability to communicate with functioning adults. “Functioning” is relative, given that I [...]
I left early today to go to the dentist.
Have I written about my new dentist? I’m not sure that I have. Hold on for a second while I do a search….
…wow, I’ve done a lot of entries about teeth.
Oh good God, there’s the poopy mouth story. Sad to say, this [...]
A lazy Sunday it was not, though we had enough down time that I don’t feel completely shredded. A lot of the errands I meant to take care of got taken care of; some long-standing chores got done, leaving me with a satisfying feeling of having accomplished something.
It was nice to hang out [...]
I am supposed to be doing something that I committed myself to doing, which of course means that I don’t feel like doing it anymore. Procrastination is a fine art. I have mastered it.
Bugger.
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Every morning, Hobbes wakes up and greets me with a beautiful smile. He’s been doing this since he learned [...]
I’m a little astounded by how tired I am. And it’s only 9:29 pm.
Yet another notch in my ongoing bedpost tally of decrepitude. In my own defense, I have poor sleep habits so exhaustion at this hour of the day makes perfect sense.
“In my own defense.” I probably should have picked a different [...]
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