The past week has been a whirlwind with changes afoot professionally, demolition a’plenty at home and the continued bliss filled chaos of life with two extraordinarily active and passionate little girls. Little things get me, from Avery devouring experiences at such a pace that she literally goes until she drops.. To the eyes-wide-open, loving and trusting in each moment approach of Briar… At times I simply cannot bear to look away for fear of missing something, anything… So, I haven’t… It’s been sheer joy.
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Cagey. Cryptic. Ambiguous. My apologies, but as so many of you have experienced, when local readership catches on, one’s ability to speak freely is compromised. Yesterday marked a point in the road at which I can talk…some. Obviously there was a job offer, then another, and then from another came a counter to rival the others. It took me right back to every time I ever had a boyfriend and suddenly became irresistible to all men. I’d draw sly looks in the grocery store, lecherous looks on the street and excessive attention just about everywhere else. The difference now is that instead of blushing, I’m giving come hither looks and encouraging the attention. It is intoxicating, this awareness of being wanted. After so long…
We stood together in the fading afternoon light, muted gray shadows blanketed the tired snowdrifts and the cool wet air snapped at our fingers. The mill, out of sight in the distance, burped its familiar clouds and as they sailed higher they lost their form. How strange to be so strong and present and then, like that, gone. Six long months had passed, alternately weighing us down and lifting us with the promise of a change. We didn’t know what to expect as we walked up the stone path, flutters of the unknown nipping at us from all sides. The wait was murky, the hands on the clock and the flow of conversation conspired, anchoring us to a table beneath a harsh florescent glare.…
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Some days you glow and some days… Oh to feel as cute and peppy as those little marching band snap, crackle, pop boys. Today I am battling the inevitable snags and pulls on my sweater from my ever-evolving midsection which seems to draw the lusty attention of every exposed nail, splintered door jam and open drawer. Equally unattractive and unavoidable the relentlessly itchy skin on my belly and the magnificent cracking on my hands. It is as if this lil lass gestating inside of me has taken one of those fancy striped straws and is sucking down every last drop of Amanda. So dry. So itchy, so (gag) scaly. And the pop, oh lord the POP! “Mama, it’s getting bigger and bigger and bigger.…
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No surprise here, I never made it to Pearl for the contacts. Nor did I make it to the store for dishwasher detergent, stain remover, dog food, or juice. Luckily I just used the wok, the cover of which, serves as a very effective shield for unwashed dishes in the sink, strategic dressing eliminated the need for liberal application of stain remover, the dog likes pizza, and, despite my thinking we were out of juice, just the other day I bought 6 jugs. Somehow, through my increasing (how is that even possible) pregnancy induced absent-mindedness, I managed to remember the can of unfrozen juice concentrate I bought “just in case.” After making that I opened the cabinet to find 5 very full jugs of…