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He Are A Grad-u-ATE
Jul. 29th, 2009 10:19 amYesterday, Mason had his kindergarten graduation celebration. It was really quite precious, as you can probably imagine. My little guy got to do the introduction and he totally stole the show -- although they couldn't find the microphone, so I'm not sure the folks in the back rows heard his most awesome performance, which is entirely too bad. My favorite part was his class (and the other kindergarten science class) singing "First Grade, Frist Grade" to the tune of "New York, New York."
Yesterday, in fact, was a damn fine perfect day. I made French bread in the morning and had a spontaneous visit by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seanmmurphy and a planned lunch date with Rachel Gold. They're both bright, interesting, and Scorpios --which just means we all share a similar, rather wicked outlook on life, IMHO. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool and refreshing. We sat in the backyard, while Deliah (our one outdoor cat, who is only allowed outside because she comes when I whistle, like a dog,) impressed us all with her unexpected, mad tree climbing skillz. (We got her down, no worries.)
Today started out much less awesome. It's still beautiful outside, but little things have gone awry including Mason telling me, rather rudely, this morning that my opinion about where Mama should start reading "The Hobbit" to both of us didn't count, a weird argument in the car with mama over my "attitude" (which was really a fight, IMHO, about perspective, because my attitude was FINE, thank you very much) and then an attempt to go to the gym that involved me walking in and immediately walking back out because my .mp3 player was at home. (I've tried working out sans music and I have to tell you, it's much, much more difficult.) And then there's new copy for the YA novel that's much less zippy, a lukewarm response to the first sixty pages from my editor, and just a general grumpy feeling that has since settled over me....
Whine.
Yes, I would like some cheese with that. You know why? I still still have some AWESOME French bread here that would go nicely with w(h)ine and cheese.
How about you? How you doin'?
Yesterday, in fact, was a damn fine perfect day. I made French bread in the morning and had a spontaneous visit by
seanmmurphy and a planned lunch date with Rachel Gold. They're both bright, interesting, and Scorpios --which just means we all share a similar, rather wicked outlook on life, IMHO. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool and refreshing. We sat in the backyard, while Deliah (our one outdoor cat, who is only allowed outside because she comes when I whistle, like a dog,) impressed us all with her unexpected, mad tree climbing skillz. (We got her down, no worries.)Today started out much less awesome. It's still beautiful outside, but little things have gone awry including Mason telling me, rather rudely, this morning that my opinion about where Mama should start reading "The Hobbit" to both of us didn't count, a weird argument in the car with mama over my "attitude" (which was really a fight, IMHO, about perspective, because my attitude was FINE, thank you very much) and then an attempt to go to the gym that involved me walking in and immediately walking back out because my .mp3 player was at home. (I've tried working out sans music and I have to tell you, it's much, much more difficult.) And then there's new copy for the YA novel that's much less zippy, a lukewarm response to the first sixty pages from my editor, and just a general grumpy feeling that has since settled over me....
Whine.
Yes, I would like some cheese with that. You know why? I still still have some AWESOME French bread here that would go nicely with w(h)ine and cheese.
How about you? How you doin'?