Woe is me
Oct 10, 2006 The Story of My Life
I’m feeling sorry for myself because fall is my favorite season and I can’t take walks to enjoy the leaves or take the kids to pick apples or meet the other unschoolers at the pumpkin patch today. Damn broken toe.
My writing group was such a godsend last night. I’m still struggling with what to do (art vs. commerce) but I think they’re helping me ferret it out. Leslie especially has this way of furrowing her brow that reminds me a lot of my favorite therapist, Barbara. (It’s a furrow that says, “I am concerned. I care.”)
It’s only 9:30am and already I’ve yelled at the kids (as in projecting to the backrow) but Noah said he’d take Madison outside and leave me to drink my coffee in peace. I’m watching them from the kitchen table and they’re playing some kind of crash and fall game with her trike and his scooter. I’m pretty sure I should put a stop to it but then again they’re having a pretty good time.
October 10th, 2006 at 3:20 pm
can you write more about your dilemma of art v. commerce? t is something i’ve been thinking on lately too and would love to hear your thought process.
October 10th, 2006 at 9:12 pm
Ah, thee “I’m pretty sure I should put a stop to it but they’re having a pretty good time”-type moments. We have no less than eight of those a day.
October 10th, 2006 at 9:25 pm
Thee? Why thee? I meant “the” or maybe “those,” certainly not “thee.”
October 11th, 2006 at 2:49 am
I’m so sorry you were cooped up all weekend. It was absolutely gorgeous. I was in town for a quick weekend, homecoming and to visit some friends. It was so beautiful, it made me miss being on the little campus so much. The warm sun, changing colors on the trees and nothing to do but enjoy the quiet.
I hope you are able to get up soon.