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happiness

…is creeping up behind your child in her classroom and listening to her read a book aloud by herself

…and greengreengreen pencil thin asparagus! Roasted in the oven in olive oil and sprinkled with cracked pepper and salt. Splash with balsamic vinegar. Spring on a plate.

…Britney Spear’s If You Seek Amy amuses me.

That is all.

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randoms…

…I’ve decided to invest hard in the belief that if Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.

…But how much do I love, love, love that the kiddo asks me to play Simon & Garfunkel’s The Boxer againagain instead of Copacabana overandoverandoverandover.

…This article in Newsweek on Steve Wozniak was pretty good. I love him. Steve Jobs is supposed to be the Buddhist, but Woz has always reminded me of a laughing Buddha genius. Don’t watch Dancing With the Stars, but  go, Woz.

Hottie Alert

Isn’t he cute? The guy in the top left photo of the article? Charles (Chip) Esten.

I happen to adore Big Love. Especially Chloe Sevigny as Nicki. Complicated. All the most interesting people are. And Bruce Dern as crazy old Frank. Hilarious.

happiness…

is a nice big desk with lots of drawers. Especially when “Will” loads it up for me. A place for everything!

need to pout…

I’ve mostly outgrown pouting but— two things:

Colin McEnroe’s recently cancelled afternoon radio show on WTIC was very much missed on Innauguration Day. Maybe he’s gotten over it, but I haven’t.

Little pout: Can’t imagine a senate without a Kennedy. I wasn’t all gung-ho over Caroline, but there’s been freshman senators with weaker qualifications. I have an extra cushiony soft spot for the Kennedys. They remind me of my mother’s family. Big. Irish Catholic. Clannishly close, and with similar issues and tragedies, except the glaring fame and fortune. I thought a lot of Robert Kennedy on Innaugeration day, actually.

today…

I found myself rolling my eyes at yet another Sarah Palin cover. Is anyone having the same reaction? The more I see and hear of her, the more she bugs me.  

I love my kiddo’s school. The security guard marks the kiddo’s favorite rock with a twig next to it so that she can find it from the pile we pass every day.

misc.

“are you watching The Bachelorette tonight?!?”

er….um….fidget-fidget….

“um, no.”

“what?! really?! do you have tv? cable?”

“well, no. I mean, we have a t.v., and we watch movies, but nope. No cable.” 

(Anymore. Besides, I hate shows like the Bachelor/Bachelorette….yadayada. But I didn’t say that. And I thought what I did say sounded as really breezy and cheerful as I felt. So what happened next kind of surprised me.).

“Awwwww”, as Alla strokes the kiddo’s cheek, “I’m so sorry”.

Well that’s one I’ve never heard before. Sorry because I choose not to have cable? Poor deprived kiddo! Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had cable on and off for years, but then it feels too much with me and I have to get rid of it. It becomes too distracting.  As if I don’t have enough of those. I just can’t swim through all of that. The only time I really wish I had cable is during the playoffs. But I grew up listening to baseball on the radio, so it’s not a really big deal.

I don’t judge those that do have cable or like t.v. though, and I certainly don’t judge dear Alla, who is a sweet older lady from Russia who loves to tell me what she’s watching, be it an evangelical hour, or some flick on a romance channel. She loves romance movies. And I think it’s sweet that she does. I wish I did. But I’m not a romantic, much. Alla is also a talented painter too. She charms me. I’ve just never had anyone’s pity regarding my lack of cable.

And then, the kiddo and I were all cuddled in bed together, with her snuggled tight in the crook of my arm, before we drift off in different directions and I make like a hurricane in my sleep.

“mmmmm….you know what you smell like????”

“no, what???”

“Fruit cocktail!!!!!”

Fruit cocktail? Fruit cocktail?!???? Sweet, the sentiment, but clearly, I need to change this deodorant. Though I’m quite fond of Dove lemongrass/grapefruit. I am not a fruit salad! I’m not! Actually, I think if I were going to smell like anything, I think I’d like to smell like pine needles. Not Christmas Tree pine needles. Nuh-uh. But like the dried pine needles underfoot in the woods on a long walk. Like in the Adirondacks, or the woods of my childhood. So comforting. I miss the Adirondacks.

Obligatory what am I reading since I’m not watching cable: The Beak of the Finch: A Story of Evolution In Our Time, by Jonathan Weiner. Yeah, I picked it up because of the finch in the title. But it’s actually quite good. Elegantly written, and about the 20 year study of finches on the  Galapagos Islands; the island where it all began for Darwin’s Theory of Evolution. I like reading about how things come to be, especially when there’s a logical, useful idea behind it, as in natural selection, or another one of my favorite subjects, anthropology. I wish science and nature fascinated me in grade school as much as it does now. Pity.