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Let's Gossip 2007-09-28 11:13:00 I’ve been teaching The Odyssey this fall, a remarkably fun tale that I think ought to be retitled Everybody’s Talking About Agamemnon. Despite the reputation of Odysseus as a swashbuckling hero in the mould of Austin Powers (women want him, men want to be him), the man is startlingly addicted to gossip. I had always imagined the Sirens’ song to be hypnotically sensual, an irresistible call of Read more:Gossip
Children of a Lesser God 2007-10-11 13:41:00 Our routine was to watch cartoons together every Saturday morning. We had done so all winter long, and my four-year-old mind could not reach back beyond those endless months of cold and snow. It was thus an unpleasant surprise, to say the least, when the first warm Saturday arrived and he loaded his golf clubs into the car, leaving me to the chill company of Bugs Bunny, Road Runner, and Wile E. Read more:Children
, Lesser
Smartypants 2007-10-09 14:20:00 One Christmas a very cruel relative gave hubby and I matching Tangram games, enabling us to engage in head-to-head competition as we attempted to speedily arrange things like this:
into things like this:
The competition would have been much more fierce if I had ever successfully assembled even one of the Tangram designs. The racing-against-the-clock factor proved to be irrelevant. It doesn’
They're Snoggably Delicious 2007-10-06 21:42:00 Veronica Mitchell comes up with the best memes. She was the mastermind by the best TV-characters meme that circulated so entertainingly last fall, and now she’s come up with Ten Literary Characters I Would Totally Make Out With If I Were Single and They Were Real But I’m Not, Single I Mean, I Am Real, But I’m Also Happily Married and Want to Stay That Way So Maybe We Should Forget This. The Read more:Delicious
A Love/Hate Relationship 2007-10-05 06:57:00 Things That Fill Me With Abject Self-Loathing Despite Their Relative Insignificance
1) Ending my lectures five minutes early. Every class I taught this week ended at fifteen minutes past the hour instead of the usual twenty past. No matter how often I tell myself that my students are delighted by the reprieve, I cannot help but see those five empty minutes as embarrassing proof of the gaping Read more:Relationship
, Hate Relationship
Lurking is the Sincerest Form of Flattery 2007-10-03 10:51:00 I love lurkers. Their love is pure - they come here and read what I write solely because they want to, expecting nothing in return. And when I manage to pull one of them out of hiding, their comments are especially meaningful (hi Jeannie! Natalie! Marian!).
Of course I love you too, regular commenters - but I get a chance to express that when I visit your blogs and leave my own comments. So Read more:Flattery
Another Book Meme 2007-10-02 14:34:00 Total Number of Books?
Many years ago, I did an inventory and found that I owned 700 books, of which 100 were still unread. I tried to do an updated count last weekend, but I got confused over whether I was at 350 or 450 and I hadn’t even left my basement yet, so I gave up. I’m estimating 1000 books owned and 200 unread.
Last Book Read?
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I’m
Obligatory Optimism 2007-10-16 18:14:00 Tonight I’m off to the third of a three-part small-group study on “Balcony People.” Balcony People are the optimists, the cheerleaders, the people who believe the best of you and bring you up when you’re feeling down. The alternative is to be a “Basement Person” – a nit-picker and a back-biter, someone who is cynical and pessimistic, determined to ferret out the basest motives for any action. Read more:Optimism
Listen to Your Mother 2007-10-15 09:44:00 Today is Blog Action Day! After coming up with the title for my post, I was amused to note that Jen’s contribution is entitled “Respect Your Mother,” by which she means respect the Earth. When I say “Listen
to Your Mother,” what I mean is listen to my mother. Long before trans fats became the villain du jour, she was exhorting me to check labels for hydrogenated oils and shortenings; well
Bub's First Story 2007-10-14 19:34:00 One of the questions I found difficult to answer last week was about whether Bub was capable of telling a connected story in sequence. I couldn’t recall him doing so, and having observed him since, I have noted that his remarks tend to focus on isolated, unconnected events.
Until this morning.
Bub: Mama, can we tell the story of the Colour Babies?
Me: Sure. What are the Colour Babies doing? Read more:First
Sharing Soup 2007-10-13 09:39:00 It was sharing soup day yesterday at Bub’s nursery school. He brought a potato with him, proudly presenting it to Ruby at the door and adding it to the pot. The only difficulty was holding him back, getting him to wait his turn, for as soon as he caught a glimpse of his teacher he burst into excited shouts of “Hello Ruby! I brought a potato!” This was the same potato that, moments before, he Read more:Sharing
Not a Music Meme 2007-10-21 14:57:00 Bren tagged me for a music meme. This would be a lot easier for me to complete if I ever actually listened to music, or had a knowledge of music released after 1989. (Actually, I do like some music after 1989 – there was that brief spurt in the late ’90s of fun songs like “All Star” and “Tubthumping.” But arguably those were throwbacks to the ’80s.) If I had completed the music meme as given, Read more:Music
What's Your Preference? 2007-10-19 07:57:00 When hubby and I were dating, we went out for dinner to Moose Winooski’s. When our bill arrived, it was accompanied by two fruit-flavoured candies, and soon-to-be-hubby held out the platter for me to choose. Naturally, I picked the grape one – but the gesture prompted me to ask him why he always gave me the first choice in situations like that. Was it chivalry? A kind of archaic code of
Pie's First Story 2007-10-18 13:58:00 In a scene eerily reminiscent of the closing sequences of Casablanca, Man and Lady are perched atop the helicopter landing pad, facing one another intently.
Don’t go to work, Lady! the man says.
Lady turns to walk away, resolutely headed towards her place of employment.
Don’t walk to work! Come back! I want you!
They embrace, but the Lady is inexorable. Moments after her departure, a Read more:First
Mom Wanted: No Experience Necessary 2007-10-25 12:40:00 Now Hiring: Full-time Mom.
Hours: 7 am to 8 pm. On call from 8 pm to 7 am.
Salary: Commensurate with industry standards. Paid in monthly installments of joy and satisfaction. Stock options available, delivering long-term dividends.
As the successful candidate for this position, you take pride in providing a high level of service to your clients, meeting all snack- and video-related requests Read more:Necessary
Lazy 2007-10-23 22:19:00 Moving right along ...
“Yes, I wanted you to see how the comfort of all depends on each doing her share faithfully. While Hannah and I did your work, you got on pretty well, though I don’t think you were very happy or amiable. So I thought, as a little lesson, I would show you what happens when everyone thinks only of herself. Don’t you feel that it is pleasanter to help one another, to have
Under Pressure 2007-10-23 10:14:00 I'm a tell-er. There are certain events and experiences that create a kind of internal pressure that builds up until I simply must tell someone. Usually that someone is my mom. She is the bank into which I deposit my cute kid-stories, my gross symptoms, my embarrassing anecdotes. Hubby's good for that too - but he doesn't get home until six. Sometimes the valves burst before he can get here. Read more:Pressure
The Truth About Kids and Sleep 2007-10-29 09:13:00 I think I convey a spirit of candour on this blog. I cop to my failings and misdemeanours as a mother with a kind of misplaced enthusiasm, using them as self-deprecatory currency, a means of creating sympathy, friendship, and even a kind of reverse adulation. There are limits, however, to my candour, and I’m about to breach one of them: I’m going to write a post about sleep.
One of the few Read more:Truth
, Sleep
Advantage: Bub 2007-10-28 12:50:00 (On the car ride home from church this morning…)
Pie: Roar. Roar. Roar.
Bub: No roaring! Lions drive your brother crazy. EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT!!!
Pie: Roar.
Bub: You can cry, Pie! You can cry!
Pie: (Begins crying.)
Bub: That’s right. It is time for you to cry. I will cry you.
Pie: I’m not crying! I’m roaring like a tiger!
Bub: No roaring! I give you a time out! You will Read more:Advantage
Overrated Pleasures 2007-10-26 14:02:00 I’m an appreciator of small pleasures. That said, there are certain things in life that I seem constitutionally incapable of enjoying – things that other people exult in which somehow leave me cold.
Freshly Laundered Sheets. They always look so lovely in the dryer-sheet commercials, billowing whitely in the sunshine as the radiant housewife throws them on the bed. And then her husband comes
Dear God 2007-11-03 20:46:00 I was out last night, so hubby got to listen to Bub’s bedtime prayers:
Dear God
,
Thank you for...
… the week
… trick or treat
… Mama not at home.
God bless...
… Wallace and Gromit
… television
… scary.
In Jesus’ name we pray,
Amen.
When I got home, I prayed this prayer:
Dear God,
Please help me to beat Amalah in the 2007 Weblog Awards competition. I know that you have a plan for my life,
Underrated Pleasures 2007-11-02 13:08:00 Hawks. It’s always a thrill to see one alight on the hydro cables at the side of the highway, and an even bigger thrill to see it swoop down for the kill.
The phrase, “There’s many a slip between cup and lip.” (Even more fun if you say, “There’s many a slip betwixt cup and lip.”) “Six of one, half dozen of the other” is also fun, but since there are more opportunities to work it into Read more:Underrated
Corruption 2007-11-01 14:08:00 The Halloweens I remember are from elementary-school days, and they were all about greed. I passionately protested the Home and School Association’s use of sunflower seed packets as an October fundraiser. I weighed the advantages of different trick-or-treating routes: should I stick to the rich part of town with its higher ratio of chocolate bars to roll candy and icky toffees, or should I wend Read more:Corruption
Boo! 2007-10-31 18:31:00 It's always a good thing when Halloween falls on a Wordless Wednesday.
Diagnosis: Maybe 2007-10-30 18:54:00 For nearly two years now, I’ve been saying that my son might have autism. Today, a room full of experts said exactly the same thing.
“Bub is a conundrum,” the psychiatrist announced at the end of this second day of testing. “I think he probably has autism – but at this point I honestly don’t know.” Bub has many of the classic markers of autism – with pronoun-reversal being one of the most Read more:Maybe
Grievance #458: Unreasonable Client Demands 2007-11-07 06:06:00 After the failure of the clients’ attempt to find a replacement mom, working conditions at the house of Bub and Pie have improved. Nevertheless, the employee wishes to renegotiate some aspects of her contract. The employee accepts responsibility for having created unreasonable expectations, but she wishes to establish the following new guidelines, to be adopted upon ratification of the new Read more:Grievance
, Client
Sometimes It Really Is That Easy 2007-11-06 06:06:00 One perk of parenthood is the constant flattery. From the perspective of my children, my knowledge is vast, my problem-solving skills immense.
Take, for instance, this morning. I was trying to read some blogs and drink my coffee in peace, but an escalating clamour from the living room finally drew my attention.
“No, I don’t want that!” Pie wailed.
“No! That is for you!” Bub shot back. Read more:Sometimes
Beware 2007-11-04 19:31:00 Baby advice books all boil down to a single message: you are making mistakes now that you will regret soon, and for the rest of your life. Your misguided attempts at sleep training and formula-feeding are inflicting invisible lightning-bolt shaped scars on your innocent babies; in eleven years’ time they will be speaking Parseltongue and having nightmares about man-eating snakes.
There is no Read more:Beware
Four 2007-11-12 20:32:00
He came to me in darkness and storm, pulled from my body with icy forceps while rain lashed the last fall leaves from the trees. He was fighting transitions even then, head turned to one side, refusing to budge.
Today he took Batman to school for show and tell. "No birthday!" he insisted. "No special show and tell!" In place of the forceps I used a backpack to extract him from the depths
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