Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

In last night’s dream, Patrick and I were in a crowded airport baggage claim.  The "baggage" that all of us were waiting to collect was . . . you guessed it . . . babies.  Dozens of pudgy, approximately six-month old babies dressed in only a diaper, sitting directly on the belt and blinking at us…

I had hoped Jack might share a birthday with old Will Shakespeare, but unless something starts happening soon, well, it’s unlikely.  Labor takes a long time, and there are only 15 more hours in this day.  Anyway the 23rd is only an approximation of Shakespeare’s birthday, based on the fact that (a) he was baptised…

I am so uncomfortable today.  The ten pound turkey in my belly is killing me.  I have pains in my ribs, pains in my hips, pains in my stomach – I think these are poky baby limbs asserting themselves into areas where they don’t belong, but they could also be muscle spasms of some kind. …

My husband and puppy are racing one another up the driveway as I type.  The torrential rain of earlier today has slowed to a trickle, and I think they enjoyed their few minutes outside the house, at last.  Yes.  Wear that puppy OUT.   It’s been a quiet weekend, and a relaxing one, although not…

It’s a sparkling sunny 86 degrees outside today.  Mmmmm.  I’ve been out in it all of about ten minutes, but still, it’s nice to know that the chill is gone.  For now.  It’s April in Carolina, so it may very well be snowing this weekend.    I’m wearing a skirt and flippies, and the comment…