The glory days are here, those clear and bright nectar moments when the air seems like a perfect touch upon your skin. Much as I really can’t stand winter, I am unable to deny that if it’s required to have autumn, then it must be so, because these days are such treasures, each and every one.
I wouldn’t mind squandering a gorgeous day to crawl into bed and just watch television though I’ll be honest. For some reason this was in some form on my Summer Wish List and I didn’t do it and I still want a big, quiet, decadent rest (complete with television viewing and a book, too).
We’ve been too busy for such a chill day. I’ll go on dreaming.
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And I’ll tell you that my three good things this Tuesday are my gladness that I have a lovely, complicated, funny, magnificent, completely vexing 17 year-old now—and on Friday I’ll have an awesome ten year-old (awesome at nine almost ten too). The counterbalance to all that oldness is to schedule regular baby fixes, but the truth is, I had these children to play Scrabble with—and last night I came in and whooped the teens (taking over for Remy, who was tired). My growing kids make me happy (much of the time). The babies in my life make me happy, too. I guess that’s two good things. Third good thing is I have surrendered to my down-the-rabbit-hole yoga student self: when my mind meandered from work yesterday afternoon, I found myself coveting yoga tops. I’m grateful to be that obsessed, almost giddy with it, person.
Now for three things to share: a new endeavor from Media Education Foundation called Exploded View featured an interview with Jessica Valenti of Feministing fame. Parenthood blew her mind. It also challenged and affirmed her politics. This is an interesting interview; I’d like to read her book.
I’m almost finished with Abbie Goldberg’s affirming, intriguing book Gay Dads. To read excerpts of interviews provides such an intimate window into people’s lives and I am unsurprised to find that the challenges—around work-life balance as we say these days and identity—are familiar. The shift in relatable community, though, it’s the same and different for a gay male couple—at least in most places most of the time. Here in Northampton, at our preschool, Sammy is the baby and Addy and Saskia are the moms; as far as I know they haven’t have two dads and babies in their pretend play repertoire… yet.
Lastly, this is the yoga top I am contemplating (the back is most excellent). Namaste. Ch-ching.
