Law School
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Wiggin’
Just this second, I’m feeling overwhelmed and out of control. Oddly, it has nothing to do with the job, which continues to click along at a breakneck pace, taking up virtually all of my time. Nope, it’s not the job – it’s my personal life that is wiggin’ me out. I have to begin a project for school for next year, one that I don’t have time for right now. I am owed reams of materials to use for this project, but the dude in possession of the materials refuses to get them to me. I’m not sure why. He’s being weird. I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO CHASE WEIRDOS…
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In Birmingham
I’m in my (fairly swanky and huge) hotel room in Birmingham. Its only flaw – it lacks a tub. And the hotel does not have a hot tub. Ah, well. It does have a couch and enormous big screen tv. I just went out with my classmate who is also working at this firm over the summer – I had a beer, he had a calzone. We jawed about nothing for an hour, and now it’s 11pm. I’d better go to sleep. I had dinner with my mother and dad. Breakfast with my kids, dinner with my mom. Could do a lot worse on mother’s day. I bought some delicious…
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Happy Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day morning at church. A carnation for me, my mother-in-law, all the mothers who come. Home for lunch. And then I drive away. I’m really sad.
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Between
We were down to nursing just once a day, in the morning. He would wake at 4, 5, 6, always early, and I would pull him into Jack’s bed and lay between them and I would nurse him back to sleeping, convince him that we needn’t start our day just yet. I was sometimes hours there, laying there between them. If we had a king bed and their father could join us – that would be the only possible way to improve upon such a beginning for the day. (I sometimes imagine – and don’t think I’m strange – but I sometimes imagine that when I am very old and…
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Birthdays and Easter and Exams, Oh My!
4-23-11 Easter Eve I worked most of the day, on a paper. But I came home around dinner time to do some Easter festivities. We dyed a dozen hard boiled eggs. It was the perfect amount. Growing up in a family of five, as I did, I think we must have dyed 3 or 4 dozen. But 12 eggs was about Jack’s limit of patience. It was a little dicey for us, too – want to have a heart attack? Plant your clumsy bumbly preschooler in front of a bunch of full cups of dye. I got no pictures of the dyeing process, my hands were otherwise occupied with staving…