In the dark, in the glider, with a baby permanently attached to me, my thoughts flash bright like fireworks and then disappear. By which I mean bright like loud and intrusive, not bright like brilliant. To wit:<\/p>\n
– I love my new bag
\n– Mary Poppins is a really nasty woman
\n– advice to the expectant mother esp. re: appropriate chairs for nursing\/cuddling
\n– OMG We Are Totally Getting Our Car (in 3 days\/in 2 days\/tomorrow\/Today!)
\n– places I am going to go in our car
\n– I had a dream that I was on the road with the Hillary Clinton For President campaign
\n– the differences between the 8 week and 8 month old baby, esp. re: public transit
\n– I would like someone to dance on my body till the bones and joints go back to where they’re supposed to
\n– I figured out why the knuckles on my left hand are cracked and dry
\n– should I dye my hair?
\n– I can go to the best shoe store ever in our car (add to mental list)<\/i>
\n– screw having seen any of them – I have only heard<\/b> of one of the Oscar nominated films<\/p>\n
I can expound at length if one (or many) of these topics grabs you by the collar and shakes you senseless. I also take requests. I play wicked air drums but absolutely no Tom Waits covers. I like coffee.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the dark, in the glider, with a baby permanently attached to me, my thoughts flash bright like fireworks and then disappear. By which I mean bright like loud and intrusive, not bright like brilliant. To wit: – I love … Continue reading