Well, wouldn't you know. I have a blog.
I keep picturing this day-- a day that is dreary and rainy* where I am sitting in a quaint coffee shop staring out the window while sipping on my chai latte all well contemplating my place in this world. I will then take my journal with all these lovely handwritten notes on above contemplation and convert them into witty fodder for the blog .**
So that hasn't happened yet. But I SWEAR TO GOD one of these days it will. Until then, posting remains light.
You know what has happened? Y'all I have four kids. FOUR! I am in disbelief myself. My lovely little world remains lovely but is busy, busy.*** I am almost always behind and although I am no longer a working gal, I have once again started scheduling my life by the 30 minute block.****
So despite the four kids just happening, I am really happy. Today James helped Deirdre get dressed with the comment "this sure is tricky"- Deirdre helped Simon build a train track and Deirdre realized that her jammies were too small and happily passed them down to Moira. My babes are growing up and life is sweet. It doesn't take a coffee shop and a chai for me to realize that this little life I have built is pretty fucking awesome.*****
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Moira sporting Daisy's jammies |
So what's new. In no particular order:
- It rains a lot. Ketchikan is known for the liquid sunshine. The rep is well deserved. Most of the time it's a-ok though and it's rainy season.. . . so perspective. At least it isn't 50 below. Vitamin-D gummies all around.
- Computers are scarce. See above commentary about trying to find work life balance. I am still consulting and have a few clients but am trying to keep all things in moderation. Well, most things. . . I am sorry if I owe you an email.
- I am getting my groove back post baby. I have committed to working out 60 minutes each day. I am doing really well with it and am starting to feel a connection to my body that I have sorely missed. I love feeling strong and it's a value of mine. I am a lousy athlete so we will have to do with a value instead of a skill. A friend is going to teach me to swim tomorrow night. I am stoked!
- We had a special friend visit us last weekend from CSB/SJU (my alma mater). Lately I have been thinking about Ketchikan and how often I use the word 'community' to describe it. As I have grown further away from CSB I have realized that few people drop the C-word as frequently as the Bennies. Lately though, I can't keep that word from my thoughts as CSB-esque community is everywhere. I am feeling pretty darn fortunate to live in this little place and was thrilled when an admissions peep from CSB/SJU came to visit. He came for naked lady night******, joined us at Harvest Festival and even helped parent our kids when we were short a hand. We loved having Tom here and were so thankful to bring two great communities together.
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Tom and Daisy dancing |
- Moira is one of my greatest joys. I know I am a little cranky about the colic and a little cranky about the lack of sleep but crankihood aside-- have so enjoyed this little one. Love having a baby in my life again. So sweet.
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Nummy duty. |
So that's the five minute update. I would promise to post more but that might be disingenuous. Instead I'll promise to do my best.
*We are talking Ketchikan after all.
**Nevermind the fact that even I can't read my own handwriting. Odd, I know. .. however, I often leave out the last few letters of words and I have several letters that look exactly alike. It's not uncommon for me to write something, walk away, come back and have no fucking clue what I was thinking two minutes earlier. Actually the NFC happens a lot. That could be it's own blog post, really.
*** The double busy to stress just how little computer time there is in my life.
****This is humorous because I have a colicky baby. Look up colic-- yes, it reads MORE than 4 hours of crying a day. Yes, that is my life. Sweet baby girl needs a good toot. There is nothing more devastating to a baby that GI distress. So sad poor girl.
*****Pardon my french.
******Clothing exchange for the ladies in K-town.