I went into this past weekend in some sort of funk. (You might have picked up on that.) I was tired and out of sorts – not angry or bitter at all, just sort of… resigned to it all. I kept trying to push through things, breaking them down into manageable pieces – which is…
there’s no such thing as a vacation
Exhaustion. I’m really amazed at how thoroughly exhausted I’ve been this week. I think I underestimated how much energy our trip to NYC was going to require – and coupled with the loss of those oh-so-essential weekends at home to recoup, Monday morning was a tough one. Each night we’ve tackled small things – a…
wednesday morning in the garden
Unfolding. F said that first. She knows more words than I can keep track of, and is eloquent between her frequent moments of belligerence. I taught her “tendrils”; they seemed to go well with “unfolding”, and they distracted her from using her new favorite word, “nauseating”. The smell in the Ottoman Garden was a bit nauseating,…