Obla-Dee, Obla-Da, Life Goes On, La, Lordy How The Life Goes On
My Friday post is up at the Midnight Hour. It’s about that writing class I took in college–you know, the one that soured me on writing classes forever. Plus, Jim Harrison. And comic books.
The DHM called this morning. Man, he says, I got this one right the first time. I don’t think I need a repeat of this lesson.
Which is shorthand, between us, for the principle that life often throws things at you until you get them right. He and his father are adjusting. The memorial service performed its work for the living, which is the closure of a high-stress passage. Now there is minutiae for the DHM to take care of–making meals, getting his dad’s car in for emissions, laundry, that sort of thing. He excels at it, really; my dear Muffin makes a fine wife. *ducks flung object* Tee hee.
If you’ve emailed me and I haven’t responded, patience please. I can barely keep everyone here fed and clean. The Sullen Teen has been a godsend, running herd on the little ones when I need to fetch milk from the store but don’t feel like piling everyone in the car, bothering me to eat, folding laundry, and just generally being helpful. The Princess is drawing up a storm, since she wants to be an artist “just like” the Teen. The Little Prince has made another quantum leap linguistically, but he’s reverted to his old nudist ways since the temperature outside is above freezing. Fortunately I have a secret weapon–old episodes of Dark Shadows, which the kids are Very Into right now. (Jeff and Jan, thank you so much for letting me borrow.) We pop one of those DVDs in and it’s two hours of solid peace and quiet. The Princess digs Barnabas Collins, and the Little Prince just loves the creepy music.
Man, my kids are going to need therapy someday.
And me? I knocked out two thousand words on a short story two days ago. Yesterday was a pick-through-the-slush-pile day, as I was exhausted and PMS-ing (no, let’s be honest, I was MS-ing) and dealing with some of the more interesting biological consequences of a detox program. No, I will not go into further detail. You can open your eyes now. I’m sure that was more information than you needed.
Sorry about that.
Again, thank you to everyone who has been sending their prayers and good wishes. I don’t know what I would have done this past fortnight if not for my support network. Thank you for taking care of me so I could take care of the DHM. Youse are wonderful guys, as old Philly Joel used to say.
Peace out, Readers. Have yourself a wonderful weekend.
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