Stella is in here crate in the kitchen. Liam is watching Saturday morning cartoons. Dorothea and Madeline went to Aveda so Madeline could get her hair cut.
Suddenly, I am all wet. It may be a quite a humid day. Like the article in the New Yorker about the tourists in New Guinea, white, sweating; the locals, dry.
This time I got just a 16-oz. Bad association from when I was here on Sunday and got a headache after having the 20-oz. It was really because I’d already had too much caffeine that day. But,…
PT this morning, doing the best that I have in quite awhile. Felt neutral after tranction. Haven’t had the numbness or tinkling in my tibia or fibia for awhile. Back to doing exercises.
At Bread and Chocolate after going to the Unitarian church with Dorothea and th e children and sitting through the beginning bit of the children’s service. Usually it is seperate from the main service, But these must be a forth Sunday or something like that. After a story about sacred spaces from the woman who is the director of religious education, and who does a great job, the children were shuffled off to Sunday school classrooms. I ducked out. Significantly, this is the first time I have made a walk away from there since hurting my back.
Hungry. If I oly had a paper, ‘twould be perfect. But then, without the distraction of a paper, all I have to do is write.
I am at Caribou on Grand Avenue. Caribou is a big corporation. So much for my morals.
Earth Day makes me think of Sister Michele, my fifth grade homeroom and science teacher, the first woman I knew with a mustache. I definitely did not like Sister Michele.
Well, I am not going to Nina’s anymore. So that is a change in my life. A change which means that most of my blogging is up in the air as well. I have tried sending a message from the pager that I have for work. Don’t get paged much on it if ever, so maybe I can use it for my own. Below is an undoctored pager email.
“Things have changed a lot” says Dorothea. They are a lot different then they were fifteen years ago.
I just read a card she left with me. Always a bit reluctant… A New Yorker cartoon…. Two guys walk into bar. One says to the other “I woke up in a strage marriage with my clothes off.”
Things have gotten pretty quiet. Perhaps it is just that it is spring. I haven’t had the focus to blog. Plus, I have stopped going to Nina’s, which was my blogspot. So changes are afoot and I haven’t decided yet how to deal with them.