November 1, 2009

  • NaBloWriMo

    November is national blog writing month!  I am going to attempt to write every day.  Wish me luck. Your comments provide fuel for my daily-writing stamina.

    Right now I am dealing with my annual bout of crazy, brought on maybe by lack of sun and general stress this time of year. To manage the crazy so far we’ve got daily uke playing, knitting, vitamin D3 and St. John’s Wort. In good news, I feel better now than I did several hours ago.  Clearly it is working like magic.

    Ten more days of being in my thirties. Wow.

     Scott took some Halloween pictures.  Click photo below to hop to his photo gallery.  Sam was a Ninja (after much frustration and distress) and Eli was, happily, a monkey in a too-small monkey suit.  With a sword courtesy of Tim and Sarah and Henry.  The Sugar Sprite brought them a cool origami kit and a book-binding machine in exchange for their candies. Good old Sugar Sprite.

    We did the reverse trick-or-treating too.  Sam handed out little cards with fair trade chocolate attached to them and said, “This is a thank-you for the candy!  It’s fair trade chocolate.  You can read about fair trade chocolate on the card.”  We helped him keep his presentation short and sweet. No one shut the door in his face, and everyone was actually quite nice.

    Eli survived the aporcalypse last week with fevers over 105. He wound up with a case of pneumonia which was diagnosed early by our savvy pediatrician. Almost two weeks out of school for him, a week out for me and four days out for Scott, to take care of Eli. Eli remained in good spirits the whole time, watching tv and playing video games. For him, I think it was pretty much a delightful vacation. Silly monkey.  In good news, high fevers seemed to knock out his warts which have been hanging around a while. Yay?

    Yesterday I took my v. v. grumpy self to the guitar store to see if a 3/4 size guitar might be a good choice for me.  After much wrestling with my musical identity, I think I’ll stick to the ukulele. I’m hoping to get a 6-string or 8-string variety for my birthday. You play them like a ukulele, but the sound is fuller, like a guitar. I think I can be more successful on the uke, and the size is really a good match for lil’ old me with my lil’ old fingers.

    For our thirteenth wedding anniversary this week my delightful husband wrote me an epic poem in limerick form.  It was perfect. I got him nothing. He also got me a book called, “I Judge You When You Use Bad Grammar” or something like that.  We are well matched.

    Ok, starting small.  Here’s to a blog-worthy November.

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