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thanate*Last week, the Megatherium's favorite toy was the pendulum made from an Amish puzzle ball clipped to a string of mardi gras beads looped over the dining room chandelier. (She spends a fair amount of time in one of those minimalist bouncy chair things on the dining room table, so she's up near adult height while we're eating dinner or in the kitchen.) This week she's figuring out how to hold onto things, and so the box of spare scarves is providing excellent entertainment and potential things to chew on, as well as games of "Where's the baby?"
*Did I mention that I went to the dentist last Monday (as in, the one before last-- this week I was mostly unhelpful in gathering macroinvertibrates on Monday, and lost track of Tuesday somewhere. I still haven't the least idea where it went, but on Thursday-which-I-thought-was-Wednesday we walked to the library when it was in fact closed. And then took the light rail one stop back because it's a longish way and not good walking for that bit.) Anyway, dentist-- I was somewhat disconcerted to realize that this was my second dentist appointment in the last decade. But the reason I've been able to get away with that is that my follow-up is an appointment to fill the one and only non-wisdom-tooth cavity I've ever had. I am thankful for good teeth. (as well as happy babies, and dead birdies for thanksgiving...)
*I should not be let to doggerel... we now have a diaper changing song, which also doubles as the walking to the library song, and several other things as appropriate. I would tell you what it normally is but I can't remember what the tune originally goes to. One of those silly nursery rhyme songs.
*I am also resurrecting things from my ren faire repertoire, as singing while doing dishes makes for a less ignored baby, when she's not asleep and the pendulum gets boring. The other thing resurrected was the conversation about how "Three Ravens" ends with a moralistic verse about "God send every gentleman/ Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman." Certain parties remain skeptical that most gentlemen would actually appreciate a girlfriend who was a) a deer and b) very pregnant by somebody else.
*We're trying to refinance the house, which means there's an appraisal scheduled for the middle of next week, eep. And I was thinking this afternoon that I had about enough of me to manage one and a half of the three things I was trying to manage: caring for baby, dealing with my father dying, and house cleaning. And then I realized that I'd forgotten the fourth thing, which is to say lunch.
*In case you were one of those still wondering if it's any better being depressed for a real reason than just stupid chemistry... the answer is no, not really. But smiley happy babies do seem to help. I mean, if you like that sort of thing. (I do not mean to imply that having a kid is any kind of solution to depression. Pretty sure you knew that.)
*The problem with markets that have quick turn-around times is that you don't get the chance to feel properly virtuous for having sent something out before getting a rejection letter back and having to start all over again.
*I was about to tell you a brief story about my elementary school poetry teacher, and (out of curiosity) googled her, to discover that she died around a decade after I knew her, and had a novel published a decade after that. Rose MacMurray; I have her collection Trips, Journeys, Voyages which she gave to all of her students as a parting gift. Anyway, she taught us that one should always write poetry in pencil, but never erase. I have written half a poem, but it's the middle bits that aren't there yet, and I'm not sure if the same [[situation]] will be around long enough to find them.
*Baby is asleep; I should put her to bed before she wakes up again.
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*Did I mention that I went to the dentist last Monday (as in, the one before last-- this week I was mostly unhelpful in gathering macroinvertibrates on Monday, and lost track of Tuesday somewhere. I still haven't the least idea where it went, but on Thursday-which-I-thought-was-Wednesday we walked to the library when it was in fact closed. And then took the light rail one stop back because it's a longish way and not good walking for that bit.) Anyway, dentist-- I was somewhat disconcerted to realize that this was my second dentist appointment in the last decade. But the reason I've been able to get away with that is that my follow-up is an appointment to fill the one and only non-wisdom-tooth cavity I've ever had. I am thankful for good teeth. (as well as happy babies, and dead birdies for thanksgiving...)
*I should not be let to doggerel... we now have a diaper changing song, which also doubles as the walking to the library song, and several other things as appropriate. I would tell you what it normally is but I can't remember what the tune originally goes to. One of those silly nursery rhyme songs.
*I am also resurrecting things from my ren faire repertoire, as singing while doing dishes makes for a less ignored baby, when she's not asleep and the pendulum gets boring. The other thing resurrected was the conversation about how "Three Ravens" ends with a moralistic verse about "God send every gentleman/ Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman." Certain parties remain skeptical that most gentlemen would actually appreciate a girlfriend who was a) a deer and b) very pregnant by somebody else.
*We're trying to refinance the house, which means there's an appraisal scheduled for the middle of next week, eep. And I was thinking this afternoon that I had about enough of me to manage one and a half of the three things I was trying to manage: caring for baby, dealing with my father dying, and house cleaning. And then I realized that I'd forgotten the fourth thing, which is to say lunch.
*In case you were one of those still wondering if it's any better being depressed for a real reason than just stupid chemistry... the answer is no, not really. But smiley happy babies do seem to help. I mean, if you like that sort of thing. (I do not mean to imply that having a kid is any kind of solution to depression. Pretty sure you knew that.)
*The problem with markets that have quick turn-around times is that you don't get the chance to feel properly virtuous for having sent something out before getting a rejection letter back and having to start all over again.
*I was about to tell you a brief story about my elementary school poetry teacher, and (out of curiosity) googled her, to discover that she died around a decade after I knew her, and had a novel published a decade after that. Rose MacMurray; I have her collection Trips, Journeys, Voyages which she gave to all of her students as a parting gift. Anyway, she taught us that one should always write poetry in pencil, but never erase. I have written half a poem, but it's the middle bits that aren't there yet, and I'm not sure if the same [[situation]] will be around long enough to find them.
*Baby is asleep; I should put her to bed before she wakes up again.
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