WE HAD A GOOD MORNING!!
it is not that our mornings are ususally horrible, but they are often rushed and have at least once instance of me getting exasperated and mac getting upset. Today, not so. WE HAVE TWARTED YOU MORNING!!
I think the key was repeating the mantra, "do only what HAS to be done". That left me time to help mac getting dressed, and me being there kept him focused. He was first in line for school to open and he loves that.
I am also working on smiling at him more. I tend to look like something is bothering me when not thinking about anything (confirmed by random sampling of people I trust) - he reads this as anger - I went out ona limb and decided that was proably not great, so more smiling and engaged eyes!
malt-o-meal
YAY Allyson
poor Burrell
Sue, your painting tales have confused me and made me laugh. please be safe.
I remember at school, girls weren't allowed to wear trousers. I've no idea why. They had to wear skirts.
We had to wear skirts until 1970. I remember the change well. The sensible girls wore snow pants under the skirts and kept them in the lockers with our coats, but plenty of girls just wore hose. Frostbite on shins was not uncommon.
Yay corduroy! The look suits you well, Tom. Thanks for indulging us with the pics.
Isaac is up now. mmm. Sun is up too. Guess it's time to make coffee.
It's Monday again, isn't it?
It's Monday again, isn't it?
ssh. don't wake my brain. it thinks it's still dreaming
blaaaargh. Morning dark when alarm clock goes off. Brain confused. Confused and sad. Snooze button evil.
An independent bookstore dude talks about chasing shoplifters: [link]
There's an underground economy of boosted books. These values are commonly understood and roundly agreed upon through word of mouth, and the values always seem to be true. Once, a scruffy, large man approached me, holding a folded-up piece of paper. "Do you have any Buck?" He paused and looked at the piece of paper. "Any books by Buckorsick?" I suspected that he meant Bukowski, but I played dumb, and asked to see the piece of paper he was holding. It was written in crisp handwriting that clearly didn't belong to him, and it read:
1. Charles Bukowski
2. Jim Thompson
3. Philip K. Dick
4. William S. Burroughs
5. Any Graphic Novel
This is pretty much the authoritative top five, the New York Times best-seller list of stolen books. Its origins still mystify me. It might have belonged to an unscrupulous used bookseller who sent the homeless out, Fagin-like, to do his bidding, or it might have been another book thief helping a semi-illiterate friend identify the valuable merchandise.
It's Monday again, isn't it?
Yes. Yes it is.
I am so gronked today my eyes are crossing. It can't just be DST - I got a good night's sleep (so good that my alarm woke me up for the first time I can remember in forever), and I felt fine getting up at the usual time on Sunday. I'm blaming Monday. And society.
