Category: Time
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Ho Ho Ho!
Still pregnant. But after 4 days of antibiotics, I feel blissfully better, enough to go to my friend Lea’s house last night for a holiday hoe-down. Great fun! Lance and Vincent came, too, but left early once Vincent’s fascination with all the lit candles could no longer be distracted by butterfly crackers and cupcakes. Darn…
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Home. Every day. Small nuggets.
Yesterday, Vincent & I went downstairs to check the mail, and he, because he’s fun that way, locked the door behind us. Hence I discovered how ludicrously easy it is to pick the lock of our apartment. Good thing we own nothing worth stealing. * Being home so much is very odd, but now we’re…
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An era ends.
Today, after 71 years in business, the Jeffery Amherst Bookshop closed its doors to the public for the final time. And while I’m sad that Amherst has lost my favorite bookstore & that I’m shortly to be unemployed (there’s still a fair amount of work to be done, just no bookselling), that my next son…
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Dream at 35 weeks.
In general I haven’t written much here about my pregnancy, but some stories just demand telling. I don’t know if this sort of thing will begin occurring more frequently as labor approaches, but I had a birth-dream last night: As now, I’m at 35 weeks. But, unlike real life, in the dream, I’m in labor…
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Eternal object of my desire:
Filters. Verbal filters. As in, I wish customers weren’t taking advantage of this unsettling time to speak their thoughts at the exact moment they think them. Example par excellence: Middle-aged male customer enters store after reading large sign outside, looks around, then says to me with what has become the usual note of suspicion, “Everything…
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No silver bullets, if you please.
When Vincent has been denied something he dearly wants and feels he clearly must have (such as a broom to chase to chase the cat with, or a fresh bar of soap to gnaw on, to name the two most recent catalysts), like most toddlers, he has a tantrum. As he is my first child,…
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The rain it raineth every day.
The end of the 80’s, beginning of the 90’s. MTV still played music videos, and the first Gulf War was still in the future. I arrived at college and threw away my curling iron and hairspray. Just a glance through my high school yearbook would reveal how BIG an action that was. When I was…
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Jonatha Brooke — “West Point”.
Because the nights are cold, because this song feels like autumn to me, because I just figured out how to do this tonight, and… because I love Jonatha Brooke.
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Home again, home again, jiggity-jig!
All in all, a nice break from work, but I could really use a break from my child. Especially between the hours of 7 and 10pm. We’re in the process of moving from the 3rd floor to a larger apartment on the 2nd floor, hooray!, but the resulting chaos is wreaking havoc on my mental…
Marie Gauthier 