Tuesday, June 29, 2010

A Month of Reading

I have read some really good books this last month. I read while I breastfeed and since I feed the Baby Lotus Bud more than seven times a day, I get a lot of reading in.

Here's a list of last month's books:
The Lacuna, Barbara Kingsolver.
A Plague of Doves, Louise Erdrich
Purple Hibiscus, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
The Tenderness of Wolves
, Stef Penney
It sucked and then I cried, Heather Armstrong
The Baby Whisperer, Tracy Hogg (note to Lani: this is a good one!)

The top amongst these was The Lacuna. Kingsolver always manages to surprise with the settings for her novels, the breadth of her cultural knowledge, and the complexity of each story that she chooses to tell. This one was excellent, a story spanning from Mexico City to North Carolina, following the experience of biracial Harrison Shepherd who is a cook and a writer. Even the structure of the book was interesting in that it reads as a novel, a diary and an archive. I couldn't get enough of the parts of the story where Shepherd is cook to Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera. The language was enticing and appetizing, the scenes were full of revolution, wartime sacrifices and Mexican archeology. There were so many lines, paragraphs and pages that I hope to remember for a long time to come.

Here are a couple of examples:

Dear Frida,
A glittering shower falls at a slant across my window. Some form of god has come to visit our dark autumn tunnel, like Zeus making himself a beam of light to impregnate Danae. In this case, it is not really glittering light but beech leaves. You've never seen anything as dramatic as these American trees, dying their thousand deaths. The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt. The earth smells of smoke and rainstorms, calling everything to come back, lie down, submit to a quiet, moldly return to the cradle of origins (279).

"Mr Shepherd, if women feared knitting needles as men do, the world would go bare-naked." (234).

Chichen Itza looked completely different today....Traces of paint clung to the surface too: red, green, violet. In their time, all these buildings were brightly painted. What a shock to realize that, and how foolish to have been tricked earlier by the serenity of white limestone. Like looking at a skeleton and saying, "How quiet this man was, and how thin." Today Chichen Itza declared the truth of what it was: garish. Loud and bright, full of piss and jasmine, and why not? It was Mexico. Or rather, Mexico is still what this once was. (402-403)
I dreaded coming to the end of this lengthy novel not only because I didn't want the story to end, but also I didn't want to read what was going to happen to Shepherd hounded as he was by the charges laid out by the U.S. Government of being Un-American and Communist. Yet, the end did not disappoint. I cried, yes. But I was also left feeling immensely relieved and full of joy.

With a couple of these books I almost dropped out in the middle. In fact, I did, but picked them up again when I finished reading whatever it was that had distracted me. I'm so glad I did, especially A Plague of Doves. I read quite a few of Louise Erdrich's books and find most of them interesting. This one was a bit different as it was a mystery which is not a genre I read often, although I have been making my way through the Sookie Stackhouse mysteries. Erdrich seemed to be working through a narrative style that resembles oral stories in that the narratives seemed to wander then wrap back around to the main mysterious, unresolved murderous event that took place off-reservation near a town in North Dakota. The question of who committed the murders almost left my mind until the very last few pages and the revelation made me flip back through the book to affirm what I had read and to savor the heartbreak.

The book is heartbreaking on several different levels: the frustrations of a young woman exploring her sexual identity, her writing ability and the limits of her mental sanity; a decades long love affair between a Native man and decidedly racist White woman that ends in the destruction of his life long home; another affair that ends in abduction, ransom and prison; the community torn and divided by the gruesome murder, forced to take actions that defy their personal values and yet taken because it upholds a racial order; a violin that first breaks apart two brothers but in a later generation shows up on the shoreline in a canoe, then later used to heal a broken heart. That's Erdrich for you - a writer and a woman unafraid to tell how love can be glorious and go horribly wrong all in one sigh. She can tell it good.

Purple Hibiscus was heartbreaking in an entirely different way. Adichie presents a story of Nigeria and that nation's attempt to reconcile the traditional and the modern, the corrupt and the faithful, the seasoned and the hopeful, all through the eyes of 15-year-old Kambili. It is story of domestic abuse and citizen abuse. And it's one of those stories where you hate to read the rather sad ending, but know that it couldn't have ended any other way. I had chills through this reading as Kambili's father reminded me much of my own father who was very strict with me about my studies, although not as violent as the father in the book. As I was reading, I felt grateful that I was raised here in this country where students are not ranked in their classrooms as no doubt I would have felt the pressure to rank number one like Kambili.

I sped through this book like I was trying to quench a thirst. I kept thinking of the Baby Lotus Bud and how I was going to break the cycle of parental abuse, learning about these things from my childhood that could be healed through my own parenting decisions.

The Tenderness of Wolves is set in Northern Canada during the late 1800's and in the time of fur trading. Another mystery had entered my list and it couldn't have happened at a better time. Here in Minnesota we had a stretch of 95+ degree days and I cannot stand the heat. It drives me nuts when people say they prefer the heat, then retreat into their air conditioned homes. I have no air conditioning, just some really good ceiling fans that suit me fine...up until there is a humid 98 degree day. I read Penney's book on one such day and truly the cold, winter setting of the novel cooled my blood. There wasn't much about wolves in this book and there wasn't much tenderness. Penney apparently has never been to Canada but her descriptions of a frigid wilderness were excellent and believable to this Minnesotan that knows a thing or two about cold and snow.

I looked forward to reading Armstrong's It Sucked and then I cried. Like many of the books I read this month, I waited through a 500 person waiting list from the library. I read Armstrong's blog Dooce daily, but did not find myself enjoying her book. Something seemed to be missing. Blogging is definitely the place where her ability to express excels. I wanted to find some truths about postpartum depression while reading this book, but did not find what my heart was yearning for. Although I did get a chuckle out of the fact that she stated that her baby's poop smelled like buttered popcorn. My baby's poop smells like buttered popcorn and when I tell people this, they dismiss my statement as an overly zealous mother who finds only good things in her baby. This is not a good thing. I can never eat buttered popcorn again.

Finally, I flew through The Baby Whisperer expecting to get all the answers as to how to get my baby to sleep through the night. And what do you know? It had many answers and I learned a lot. After three days of following Hogg's advise my baby is sleeping through the night. Did you hear me? My baby is sleeping through the night. In. Her. Own. Crib. Of course, there are nights where she will wake up after a 6 hour stretch, but she easily goes back to sleep. I have now reclaimed my bed and may be able to resume a love life with my husband. Hooray for Hogg!

The Baby Lotus Bud is feeding for shorter and shorter lengths of time, so my days of reading may be short lived. If this is the last month I get to leisurely read until she's in, what? high school? then I sure am glad I got through a bunch of really great books.

Hooray for Hogg! And Kingsolver. And Adichi and Erdrich. But mostly, Hooray for Hogg!
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Monday, June 28, 2010

Make Dirt

Make Dirt, not Waste!

I haven't been composting this year. Just plain old laziness has taken over. Oh, yeah, and Baby seems to be my excuse for everything. Gonna get on that because seriously, the warm season isn't all that long here in Minnesota.
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Here comes the rain again.

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Friday, June 25, 2010

Family Friendly, huh?

Never thought I would be in a position to take advantage of this sort of opportunity. I had the child, I had the stroller, so why did I still feel guilty parking here? Could it be the rampant consumerism that has come into our lives since having the baby?
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Monday, June 21, 2010

Power to the Babies...

Because their mamas want some peace!
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Sunday, June 20, 2010

For the Father of My Child

This day is for you - Big D, my life partner of over 16 years, the man that has stood by me through my craziness, the father of my child.

I would say that I love and adore you but that's sounds way too sappy and totally inappropriate for the thanks and praise I feel for you everyday. That sappiness sounds like the unknowing idealistic crap I spewed back in 1994 right after we were married. That was a time when I had no idea how much hell I would put you through, a time when I had no idea how much hell I could muster up. Through it all, you stuck by me, you didn't leave me.

Looking back at it all, I readily admit we had a fun marriage. That couldn't have happened if it wasn't for you. You always came through and provided the environment for fun. Sometimes I would fill that space with exciting adventurous opportunities. At other times, I would fill that space with murderous, screaming mania. Yet, you stuck with me and so I declare that the fun we have had in our marriage - despite the fact that much of it was my idea - was made possible by you. Your patience, your strength, you open-mind, your willingness to continue in spite of me.

But, here we are after 16 years and you continue to astound me. You are the greatest father that ever lived. I swear it! You love that little girl so much and you teach me how to love her, too. You hold this family together.

You go to work every single freaking day of the workweek and you come home and take over that baby. I KNOW I couldn't do that. Seriously, I couldn't and I believe your level of commitment is fueled by superhuman powers.

You take the time to put her to bed every night, while I drink a beer. You let me be off the hook. I love that. Besides I can't put her to bed anyway, what with the smell of milk wafting from my nipples. That aroma is too much for her, it keeps her awake. But, you took over the responsibility of putting her to bed before we learned how enticing my breasts smelled. And, I know you are tired. You do it and you do it really well!

I love you. We both love you. We thank you for being the kind and loving and cool and groovy Husband and Father that you are.

Happy Father's Day!

Love from you girls...Me and the Baby Lotus Bud.

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Thursday, June 17, 2010

CSA Season Has Begun!

Actually it began back in May. I'm just really late with my first posting. You know, busy with baby and all. This year we have opted for the every other week option. We pick up on the "brown week." That selection was a very serious decision with a consideration of many variables. But it all came down to one deciding factor and that was that I am brown, thus we pick up on "brown week."

Oh, man, did we ever pick the right week. Here's why:

What an amazing batch of strawberries this year! The following picture offers another, more voluminous perspective. We devoured those strawberries. Just straight out of the containers, no mixing with rhubarb for a crisp, these were far too good for anything but popping immediately into our mouths.

I've been told that the previous week's box only contained one carton of strawberries and who knows what will be available next week. See what I mean about picking the right week.

Down with the Brown!

This Sunday is their annual Strawberry Day. CSA members can pick and eat as many strawberries as they can handle and in addition to that, they can take home four cartons for free. For FREE!! But, alas, we are not going this year. We haven't been to our trailer in months, so the Big D has chosen that for his first 'Father's Day' day.

Because we opted for the "brown week" we missed out on the ramps. Spring came super early this year and by the time we got our first box, the ramp season was done. Normally I would have just gone and harvested some on my own near our property in Wisconsin, but the possibility of wood ticks and mosquitoes finding their way onto my baby's sweet baby skin was enough to make me forgo ramps for this year.

The first box (which was technically the second week of the CSA) was full of sorrel, yukina savoy and other stuff. The sorrel stands out to me because I made a sorrel sauce for some fish that week. The yukina savoy stands out for another entirely different reason. I made the creamed greens featured on Kat's site A Good Appetite. The interesting thing is that when I searched for yukina savoy, nearly all the references that came up were from Minnesota and Wisconsin because of Kat and Harmony Valley Farms, with many other blogs referring back to Kat and HVF.

I bring this up because I don't know how the heck to write about the CSA this year. Clearly there are some very good blogs out there talking about their Farmer's Market and CSA experiences. Because of baby I don't have the time to chronicle how I cook up my fabulous organic vegetables that come to me every other week straight from the farm.

This year is also very different for me than the previous four years. I have finally become comfortable with the abundance and variety. I have finally found several ways to cook the vegetables that can simply come together on any given night for a meal. And, yet, many of these ways to cook are not elaborate procedures, just tried and true methods for preparing vegetables quickly with consistently yummy results. What I meant to say is that I've learned a lot over the years and no longer struggle on a weekly basis to incorporate all this goodness into our diet.

So, this CSA season is going to be about finding alternative ways to talk about the experience. I will try to share the ways that the CSA enriches my overall life beyond just my time spent in the kitchen. Otherwise I'm just reproducing what others do so fabulously on other sites.

This year I am making a point to walk to the CSA delivery site in my neighborhood. It feels good to get this exercise, not to mention how fitting it is to walk rather than drive to pick up a CSA share. Better for me and better for the environment.

The Big D and I used to do this occasionally, but it is so much easier with the Baby Lotus Bud as her stroller has a wonderfully large basket to haul things. Later during the peak season the CSA boxes are heavy when filled with potatoes and melons and such. This basket will come in handy at that time.

I find that I love taking pictures of the vegetables. I used these garlic scapes in a Sesame Soy Braised Bok Choi recipe. It was yummy but a little salty.

I worried that I might not be able to finish a whole CSA share on my own, even with the fact that we pick up every other week. I have always shared with another couple, first a neighbor, then my parents. So far so good, this year. In fact, I find that I finish the box rather quickly, giving me a chance to visit the local farmer's market on the off week. That might change real soon, as we get closer to the peak season. This is such a different experience from last year when I was pregnant and found myself composting much of the share box.

I cannot wait until the Baby Lotus Bud is six months old and ready to eat solids. She's got so much goodness coming to her! I hope she likes parsnips! I still can't stand them and it would be good if she gobbled them right up!

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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Letters to the Baby Lotus Bud: Month Four

Dear Little Lotus Bud,

You've been here on earth 16 weeks. I can hardly believe it and I am still amazed that you are here. Every month you are with us gets a little easier and a little tougher in new and different ways.

For example, you are a lot more fun to hang out with, a lot more alert and a lot more aware of your surroundings. But that also means you know when we are in the room and you will cry to get our attention.

Do you know that when you Daddy comes home every day the first thing he wants to do is to read you a book? It's sweet how you will follow along and totally pay attention to the page and the changes in his book. I think both of us have memorized your favorite book by Dr. Seuss My Many Colored Days.

That's not book that's here in the picture. We have a lot of books that we don't like to read so it's good that we've found a few favorites. Some books are too long, some books have sad stories, some are just plain dumb. There is this one about oil spills that is rather long to read but so appropriate for this year. There is a huge oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico, just south of us, all the way down on the other side of the Mississippi River. And even if you don't know what oil is, or what a river or a gulf is, our hope is that you will absorb this information and someday work towards cleaning our planet. It's sad that this is the work for your generation to do - to clean up all the messes. People right now just keep messing up the planet. They don't learn from their mistakes and that is so apparent reading a book to you that is about the Exxon Valdez oil spill. Your cousins live down in Florida and so they might be more directly affected by the oil disaster. Help them, if you can, Little Bud.

Speaking about cousins...those ones in Florida are from my side of the family and they will be coming later this month to meet you. But, you've got more cousins up here in Minnesota, the cousins that are on your Daddy's side of the family. Your Daddy doesn't get along with them so much. The only ones he really likes are the ones from Iowa.

We love you so much that we've had to make some changes in our lives. One of those big changes is our relationship with family members. We wanted you to meet you family so we headed a bit south to attend a cousins BBQ. Here they all are!

Your Mommy did not grow up with much family. Most of my extended family was in India while I was growing up. I had no cousins are aunties or grandparents around me. I want this for you! I want you to have a sense of place and belonging. I don't want you to grow up feeling like I did, a cultural orphan, a child disconnected from place, family, land, life.

It was great fun that day at the BBQ. Showing you off, listening to everyone fuss over you, watching your Daddy in action whenever you got cranky from all the grabbing and fondling.

Both your Grandma and Granny say that you are the most beautiful baby they've seen. But they might be a little biased. I definitely think that you are!

Have I mentioned that your poop smells like buttered popcorn? That made it difficult for me to eat the season's first ears of corn.

I think we finally got this wrap thing down. It sure makes it easier to get a little bit of work done with you all settled in the wrap. Although when I eat, crumbs fall on your head. Don't worry, if I don't eat it up, I'm sure to clean it up.

That's us, Little Lovey!

We took you to the local farmer's market this last weekend and it was fun. It rained and you seemed to not mind at all. Your Granny was appalled that her little baby got rained on. I hope you like precipitation as much as I do. Minnesota has got all kinds of precipitation. Minnesota has lots of great things like the farmer's market and parks and lakes.

I can't wait to share all of this goodness with you!

Love from me, your Mommy.
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Wednesday, June 9, 2010

NE Farmer's Market

Opening day for the NE Farmer's Market was this last Saturday. It has grown so much over the years.

The Co-op had a kick-off pancake breakfast fundraiser, but we didn't go to that. The rain was coming in, we had veggies to buy, we were on a mission. And we had a baby. And the Big D is a diabetic, so no pancakes for us. Ordinarily the rain wouldn't bother us so much but we had the baby and we weren't sure how she's handle it. Funny to think she's never experienced rain before, isn't it?

So, we packed up baby and headed to the market. [note to Lani - stroller came in very handy and was easy to handle on a busy city street!]

And, here I go, I'm going to say it again - I love my neighborhood! NE is such an awesome place to live. I wanted some asparagus and some strawberries, but I'm too late for the asparagus and too early for the berries.

I did get some lettuce, from Kathy and Dave. All that's missing from the picture is a pitchfork! This wonderful couple is spending their retirement years growing vegetables on their property and participating in the farmer's market. Most of their goods were sold by the time we got there (no garlic scapes left!), but we did get a great head lettuce, picked earlier that morning.

Sadia has come up with a wonderful recipe for a sauce that can be used as a dip, a salsa, a chutney, and even a marinade. The samples were yummy. The Big D had his with chips and as you know, he loves the spicy. I wanted the sweet which I sampled with little pieces of pita bread.

Sadia's East African Sauce is locally made and locally packaged and locally sold. I think this all-natural sauce can be found at many of the local co-ops. Three bottles for $15. What a deal!

We bought some ground beef from Maple Creek Farm. Sorry, I couldn't get a picture of the farmer because he was engrossed in a conversation with other customers for a long time and I couldn't wait any longer because the rain finally started pouring down. I got a picture of his butt though, for your information and future reference, just in case.

Just in case of what? I don't know. Just 'just in case.'

The day would not have been complete without a view of the Pedal Pub flying down the street. What's that you say? You don't know what a Pedal Pub is? The quickest answer is that it is "slow fun." The longer answer is that it's a trolley sort of thing, a sixteen-person bike, with which you can drink beer and pedal your way around town all at the same time.

Still confused? Here is more information and here is a (slightly) better picture:

Apparently there are over a dozen Pedal Pubs in Amsterdam and ever since I saw one in Nordeast, I wanted to do it. I just read the FAQs from their website and discovered I'm too short. Dang. I feel like a kid who's been denied access to a amusement park ride. "If you're not taller than this line, then you can't ride..."

As you can see the rain didn't really stop the fun. The energy at the Farmer's Market was uplifting and vibrant. It was a great way to start the weekend for us. And, we'll be back, every other week, on our CSA off-weeks. The people in my neighborhood are doing good things and it's great to be part of the experience.

Oh yah, Baby Lotus Bud seemed to like the rain. She looked a little confused at first but then just seemed to take it for what it was. I explained that it was just like her bathwater but that it came from the sky. She smiled at that. Yep, that's my child for sure!
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Rainy Day Knitting

I feel like the monsoons have hit Minnesota! I loved the monsoons for the couple of years I lived in India. Here it feels like the monsoon rain because it came after a week of really hot weather. We don't have an air conditioner so 98 degree days in late May and early June are really hard on me.

But not today. It's been raining all day and I love it!

I have so much to do. I have so much to blog about. We went to the farmer's market, we started our CSA, the Baby's 4 month birthday letter is due, but today I just want to knit.

That's a good feeling actually. I haven't done much knitting since the baby arrived. Over the weekend, I got this strong urge to begin making her dolly. I wanted to wait on beginning the dolly until after she was born so that I would match her skin color. I am so glad I waited because she has much lighter skin than I do, just a little bit darker than her Norwegian/Swedish Daddy.

Teddy was really big; he was at least time bigger than her when she was born But this little dolly will be smaller, thank goodness! If I get it done quickly I might just make a twin. Oh wait, I guess I will have to make dolly some clothes first. Knitting fun is the goal for this month!

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Saturday, June 5, 2010

Art-A-Whirl: The Thorp Building

Art-A-Whirl is a huge event that takes up the entire city district of NE Minneapolis. I don't think it's possible to see it all in one weekend. I think the best strategy is to plan to visit different buildings each year. This year we went to the Thorp Building which is located off of Central Avenue. It is considered to be the birthplace of Art-A-Whirl, the country's largest open studio art crawl.

Our day began with a quick lunch at Uncle Franky's. The great thing about our weekend was that the Big D and I had done this several years ago as a couple, now we got to bring along the Baby Lotus Bud. It felt like life was resuming it's normal feel, but just that much better because of the Baby.

Sometime, ya know, especially at the onset of summer, you just need a hot dog. When that craving hits, we always head to Uncle Franky's.


Something about the sign always makes me want to shout it out.

They have a great outdoor seating area and that's what we did, with the Baby in her stroller next to us, we chowed down these hot dogs and fries and a big glass of lemonade. They are all-beef, nitrate-free dogs.

I had the Chicago dog.


Bellies full with the necessary fuel to take on Art-W-Whirl, we made our way to the Thorp Building which houses over 65 artists and their studios. There is such a wide range of art produced in this building that attempting to blog about it is a daunting task.

There is everything from fiber arts...

...to Michael Birawer's gallery (baby in picture not for sale!)....

...to this...this elephant hanging in a massive open warehouse right in the middle of the building.

The Thorp Building was built in 1902 and originally, sliding metal-clad fire doors were made there. Eventually in WWII, it became an undercover building site for the military. Now, in this century it houses artists. I love that the interesting history is retained in the re-use of these buildings.

And I have to admit, I loved wandering through this old building just as much as I enjoyed the Art studios.

It was like a maze, a labyrinth in the building with many hallways and rooms to explore. It reminded me of one of those choose-your-own-adventure books.

After wandering down this hall and that one, between these windows and around a dark corner or two, we ended up in large warehouse area which contained a variety of interesting arts installation.

I readily admit I did not fully understand this visual installation but it made for a great photo opportunity.

Is there is something odd about making photos of other art, as art?

Is it a subtle commentary about arts these days, consumption and creation all being inevitably linked?

I don't know. I doubt I'm that clever.

But, this artist certainly is. I love those pieces that re-use things already in existence.

This one was a multi-media installation with visual and audio elements. I don't know if the windows were already there just waiting to be used creatively or what.

I love this picture because I was able to insert myself into the view due to the reflection off the windows.

The video and audio repeated itself over and over.

Quite maddening, actually. Was that the point?

A not-so-subtle reminder of the constant droning of today's media, never-ending sound and pictures caught through the frame of centuries old windows.

I love it!

It was in this warehouse that you get a sense of the diversity of art at Art-A-Whirl. On another wall was this ceramics display. As wonderful as these pieces were, I kept wondering how the woman handles the incessant noise of the nearby by multi-media installation.

This looks like a Pangaea to me. The continents in their younger years, a view of a fetal planet.

I am always struck by the color blue in art. Such a vibrant, but pleasant color.

Blue to me is the sky and brown, the earth. That's what this potter captured in her work. Actually, I should these potters as this display was the work of several ceramic artists.

I have no idea what this tent is about. To be totally honest, I shot an image because I saw another photographer getting jiggy with it. He was sprawled down on the floor, circling the tent on his belly, taking a lot of low-angle shots. I shot it thinking I'd get a chance to gaze upon it at home and figure out the artist's intention. I'm looking and nothing is coming to me.

Gah, I seriously hope it's not just a place for the artist to camp out over night.

Get it? Camp out?

Oh. Forget it.

Let's move on....

....to the random canvases that graced several walls of this warehouse.

Forget the galleries. I want to always see Art in the middle of a century-old manufacturing warehouse all the time!

And, finally we come to this...this thing...this elephant...this elephant bicycle? There was a woman disassembling this elephant as we walked by. I think it might have been part of the May Day festival, but that's just a wild guess because the Powderhorn May Day Parade always has large puppets from the Heart of the Beast.

This elephant was magnificent and majestic.

A virtual Ganesh blessing the artful weekend.

It shimmered and fluttered as it was being taken apart.

It had life even in it's destruction.

What a day!

I can't believe how much there was to see in just this one warehouse....
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Friday, June 4, 2010


1:48 Lunch just warmed up. Baby just woke up, screaming....
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Friday. Fail.

I've been trying to post for weeks now. Today, I decided I HAD to get it done, along with some Co-op Board work. And, this is how my day goes:

A friend was supposed to visit at 10:00. I get up, get dressed, eat a quick bowl of oatmeal. I wake the Baby Lotus Bud who probably would have slept until 11:00 if I'd let her. I change and feed her.

10:45 and no friend. Call friend and find that she forgot.

11:00. Check email and then head into kitchen to keep my eye on the alley because of the young punks stealing bikes in the neighborhood. Baby cries. Pick up Baby. Want to return emails but alternating wails and smiles from Baby make this task impossible. Fail.

12:00 Baby should be sleeping and is not. Feed Baby.

12:30 Fix bowl of soup, sit down start Board work, can't get access to notes. Fail.

12:45 Almost got Baby to sleep, but no go.

12:50 Cat pukes in hallway. Put down Baby to clean cat puke.

1:00 Try to download pictures and video footage with wailing Baby in my arms. The Baby who is now overtired and can't get to sleep.

1:10 Try out new sling for Baby. Fail

1:20 Try out Moby wrap for Baby. Fail.

1:30 Baby sleeping with her favorite radio station on - Static 98.1

1:35 Should I post? Should I eat? Should I process photos and video?

1:40 Do none of these and write a post about all those things I wanted to do but couldn't. Win! At least I got this therapy in!

So, Friday, mostly Fail. But it's not over yet.

Screw it...maybe I'll just go take a nap...

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