I love untangling yarn. It's very meditative for me. Part of the "imposing order out of chaos" that drives me into office supply stores and stores that sell things to sort my beads into.

Connie, me too.

In other news, I just found out (via facebook) that an ex of mine is now not just married to but having a baby with the girl she left me for.

Oh, I get this. When I found out on the same weekend that my two misguided rugby crushes were both going to be fathers, it was a little rough. I don't want to be a babymama to either; not sure I want to be a babymama at all; but it was still rough. Just a month ago, twelve years to the day after I told my friend I had a crush on her and her only response was "I can't be what you want me to be," she got married to an Indian guy in a gorgeous wedding to which I was not invited. Again - we've fallen way out of touch; I don't want to be with her; but there is this feeling of getting left behind that becomes more and more palpable with every ex that gets married/has a kid.

I don't like feeling desperate. I resent the yearning for a partner. Which, of course, is not at all helpful.

Uggh, I thought I could make it through this course of ABs without digestive chaos, but no. My probiotics are apparently not up to the task, so I had to eat some emergency Greek yogurt today. I should stock up .

Google says six years. Damn. They have a new album out... Better than the previous one, not as good as the two before that.

SIX? Lordy. It seems like...less than that. I'll check out the latest. I still remember that fellow I danced with who told me he had the very first phone number on the Hill. It was a funny, and sort of touching, chat up line. Yet, still a chat up line.

Does Toddson have a blog or tumblr for her nail stuff? Or pics on Flickr? I'd love to see some.

Not that I know of, but she describes is awesome. Recent looks have included newspaper print and fish scales. Very cool.

I am shocked - shocked! - that you didn't say "joviality".

billytea! You are right to be shocked, because that is actually what I meant. More than that, you have remedied a mistake I have been making for DECADES.

The first time I heard the Holst piece was at a John Williams conducted concert of 'Space Music' in 1979 in Walnut Creek, CA. I was totally and completely entranced and have loved that music since. But I've been using the wrong title! Thanks for setting me straight.

Kindness and affection are way underrated these days, especially in a romantic partner. I think pretty much every male friend (er, all but one) that I talked to about DH before we got together gave me the unsolicited advice that I should withhold my affections if I wanted him to find me attractive. @@

Uggh, I thought I could make it through this course of ABs without digestive chaos, but no. My probiotics are apparently not up to the task, so I had to eat some emergency Greek yogurt today. I should stock up .

After I had 4 courses of antibiotics in 2 months for the Great Tooth Saga, my innards were fucked. So in addition to probiotics, I started brewing my own kombucha. Although it's not for everyone.

Kombucha, hmm. I just took my last dose, so I'm hoping things will improve from here, but I'm filing that for future reference.

My co-worker brews kombucha in large quantities, so she gave me a starter and instructions to brew it. My brother also pimps the beneficial effects of kombucha, and has for years. So I decided to give it a shot.

And since I'm on round 5 of antibiotics right now, my poor flora need all the help they can get.

bonny - Forgive the faulty memory, but is that the only time we've hung out f2f? B/c if so, damn. We so need to remedy that.

Just had a great hangout in KM's courtyard with KR and Daisy Jane and her DH and darling India and a couple of other neighborfriends who happened by. Have I mentioned I love my neighborhood? Because I do.

Tomorrow's plans: finish a side job, farmer's market, watch rugby with D, yummy Vietnamese food, maybe a movie, maybe swing dance, maybe a clothing optional birthday party/burlesque show.

Life? Kinda good.

Yay, smonster! I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night... I'm so far out of spoons right now, it's like I'm out of forks too. (To torture the metaphor.)

I'm kind of glad it's rainy this weekend so I can feel justified in slothing around, but also bummed because it is definitely not helping my mood.

Ryan had a big day today. Two events, both of which in the past have caused tearful meltdowns, navigated successfully.

In the morning, Ryan and I had a dental appointment. Six months ago, it took several minutes of tears before we could persuade him to open his mouth. This time I was hopeful it would go better; until I made the mistake of doing my check-up first. One high-powered plaque cleaning later, and Ryan was transfixed by the sight of a masked man forcing dental power tools into his supine daddy's mouth. My invitation for him to sit in the chair next was greeted with silent but vigorous head-shaking.

My second offer - that he sit on my lap instead - was a winner, and after assurances that the dentist was not planning anything so noisy with him, he opened his mouth pretty much immediately. He let the dentist use both the mirror and the pick. His reward was a clean bill of health. (Me too.)

However, a dental check-up was as nothing compared to the non-stop howling terror that was Ryan's last haircut. This time around, we gave it a week's lead-up - pointing out how long his hair was now, talking through his last experience, all that. And this afternoon, Biyi decided that it wasn't nearly high-stakes enough, and she proposed to cut his hair herself, using the electric clippers.

We discussed the options with Ryan, and he agreed to let Mummy give it a try. Taking a lesson from the dental visit, he sat on my lap again. Remarkably, it was a complete success. No tears, just a couple of protests when he felt Mummy had tugged his hair too hard, and he looks good too.

Our little boy is growing up.