Category: Time
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A Draft a Week, She says.
I’ve never posted by any particular schedule here, no deadlines, no real structure to speak of. When I still worked at the bookshop, I wrote about forthcoming books, new books of poems or books about poems, books that excited me. With the bookstore gone, I still do that, but to a lesser degree: I don’t…
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Wood Smoke & S’mores…& Frog Legs.
My brother took our nephew camping not too far from Shelburne Falls this weekend, to a campground where we spent most of the summers of our childhood, so we went to visit them on Saturday. Vincent went out on a canoe, splashed around in the lake, toasted marshmallows for s’mores (which he then spit out,…
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Pain~I do not think it means what you think it means.
I was idly flipping through the latest issue of Parents when I came upon this: For decades, doctors believed that babies didn’t feel pain, based on flawed studies showing that sleeping infants didn’t respond to light pinpricks. In fact, until the 1980s, many newborns who had heart surgery received no pain medication — they were…
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Further adventures with eczema.
I took Aidan, now nearly 4 1/2 months old, to the dermatologist today, and he was duly impressed by the baby’s poor scaly state. It’s really awful. He’s not sleeping more than 2 hours together, he’s so uncomfortable. And he looks dreadful. Except for those brightly serious blue eyes of his — when you look…
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The bells are ringing…
I love Gene Kelly. I have absolutely everything he’s ever done on VHS, even the really obscure stuff, some where he doesn’t dance, is only the host/narrator, like the video of a production of “Swan Lake”. Did you know he was in an animated musical version of “Jack and the Beanstalk”? Not great, but if…
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A Sporadic Interlude.
Aidan is sleeping, and Vincent is thoroughly absorbed in cutting newspaper into itty-bitty pieces with his little scissors — one of a few sporadic interludes of quiet time I manage each day. It could end at any second, though — we have squirrels running around in our ceilings, between the 2nd & 3rd floors, egads…
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Good Times.
Emma commented below something to the effect that she doesn’t know how I do it all. And my reply is, I don’t. The lion’s share of my time right now is spent taking care of Aidan and Vincent. I’ve taken notes for poems, actually read some books of poems, but I haven’t even picked up…
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Momentary Calm.
Last Sunday I got further than I’ve ever managed on the NYT Sunday crossword puzzle, primarily because I spent the day working on it as I huffed through contractions, unable to concentrate on anything beyond the Sunday paper. This Sunday, I’ve haven’t had the time to read more than a section or two of the…
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In case you were wondering:
Update: 5:30am, Saturday, 12.27.08 — heading to the hospital… Update 2: 10:30am, Saturday, 12.27.08 — home again. Too soon, never mind… Update 3: 3:30am, Monday, 12.29.08 — back to the hospital, O O O.
Marie Gauthier 