Law School
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Not Waving but Drowning*
I’ve gained weight, I’m doughy and pasty, I’m ill, my son’s birthday and Easter were days ago and I have posted nary a picture nor video nor update. Must be exam time. I don’t even want to tell you about the state of my house. As soon as my last exam on Wed, I am scrubbing this little apartment top to bottom. Living in filth and squalor makes me crazy, but I have to embrace it these couple times a year when life goes off the rails a bit. Liam, the commando crawler, does a pretty good job of keeping the floor clean, at least. Was taking a study break…
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Two Cute Kids
I got home tonight just in time to nurse Liam before bed (it is the thick of exam study time). He gazed up in my face, thrilled I was there, and then clicked his tongue at me. So I clicked my tongue at him, and then he clicked his tongue back. I giggled, and suddenly we had ourselves a Game. I had a heck of a time getting him to keep nursing – he kept looking up to click his tongue at me again and get me to laugh. It was pretty darn cute. He did it for the Professor, too. After we put him down, we had a few…
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A Moment
Last week, while the husband and baby were out of town, Jack and I went to a friend’s house for a cookout. At the cookout, the host had a dozen oysters on the half shell, and upon discovering that they are (a) delicious, and (b) omg amazingly cheap (Deepwater Horizon what?), we decided to repeat the experience. Jackie and Steve showed up on my porch Thursday night with a salty, smelly burlap sack filled with 100 oysters (for $35 – an amazing deal). Steve brought his shucker and Louisiana hot sauce, I got out some lemon juice and saltines, Jackie brought red wine, and we sat on the porch and…
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Trajectory
Do you ever feel like you’ve been gently, insistently redirected? Herded. Shepherded. There is a distinction, but in either case, direction from an outside source is implicit. A sheep-i-ness is implied. I have let the slings and arrows of daily existence make me go baaa. I sometimes feel my youth slipping away from me, which is foolish. Which is understandable. Which is frightening. I’m three beers into a Saturday evening spent writing a legal brief. The beers are to reassert my reckless youth. The beers are to remind me that it’s Saturday, even though I’ve worked through most of the day, pausing only to run errands at Target with my…
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My Pride, My Joy
The past two nights, I’ve had to take Jack to stay with friends for the evening while I putter about doing law school activities (the husband and baby were out of town). The first night, my best law school friend graciously changed her dinner plans with a bunch of people. They were going to meet at a restaurant, but instead she hosted a dinner party at her place, and let Jack crash it. When I came by to pick him up, there were law students rolling around on the floor with him playing dinosaurs. They were all so excited to tell me about the evening, talking over one another, telling…