Laundry, in piles of darks, lights. The AC competes with the constant warm hum of the dryer. The cat, alone these past three weeks, does figure eights around our legs, meowing indignantly. Liam goes after her, giggling. She meanders away (he is very slow). The boys descend upon the toys they’d left behind. We…
Sand Smoke Salt
On Saturday, I had a stack of work assignments to catch up on. So naturally, I went to the beach. Alabama: the state with the best beaches you’ve never visited. The sand is fine, powdery white, the water is clear, there are miles of condos and chain restaurants, and also wide swaths of open sand,…
Counting Down the Days
I’ve been away from the boys for seven weeks, excluding a couple of weekend visits. One week remains of my summer job here in Mo-town, and then we’ll be reunited. At which point, my husband will be leaving for the bulk of July, off to defend his dissertation. It’s only fair that he get his…
Summer Associate Fashion
I am now a veteran of seven long weeks of being a summer associate. I feel that Corporette was absolutely no effing help in my quest for appropriate wear for my summer job at a regional firm in the southeast, and in fact merely undermined my confidence at a time when confidence most needed to…
Two
Had two beers and two cupcakes for dinner. I am so bachin’ it. ************************************ In other, related news, I am once again putting together a New Life Plan that involves being thinner and more energetic, eating better and exercising more. This is my pattern, the ups and the downs in weight, the commitment to diet…