This week was a rigorous whirlwind of activities which included, but were not limited to, ripping out and dragging away poopy old carpet, keeping little feet from stepping on exposed tack strips, and climbing over all the furniture which was moved to the kitchen. Getting new carpet is a dream come true, even as it is a nightmare. While we…
Month: September 2013
Sensible Shoes
Tonight I did the grocery shopping, along with the rest of suburbia. I meandered around the big box, following my stream-of-consciousness list, composed randomly over the past week whenever we ran out of something. I used to make my shopping lists according to the layout of the grocery store. I also used to shop in heels. I seriously used to wake…
Dutch Jeff
I’ve been filling out school forms and registration forms in copious amounts recently. A common question on all these official documents asks what the child’s preferred name is, as opposed to his or her given name. All this form-completing got me thinking about the names we call our boys when we aren’t calling them by their actual names. The birth of…
When the Wind Rustles the Cottonwood Leaves
I haven’t been in the mood to blog this long weekend. I just didn’t want to relive the events of these past several days by writing about them. I didn’t want to write about Jack powdering the garage and all it’s contents with a full can of Comet. I wasn’t up for a retelling of ten days during which my…