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I need to get my thoughts in order. My life in order. I haven’t written much this year… a few poems and that’s about it. No stories (though I plan to try to flash at Show Me Your Lits later today. I’ve mostly been dealing with a new puppy (Mr. Spock, yes I named him. [...] That’s right. He’s come early to our house. Or at least the impending threat of his arrival… or the joy of his arrival, depending on which member of the family you talk to. Julia has been notified that he does indeed watch her drink all of her milk, and that she should do so immediately. [...] Julia has been learning to write… not just her name, she can write “cat” and “Nana” as well. Things she can spell she can write. Still not exactly reading, but I know that will come in her own time. Julia’s developed her own repertoire of jokes, which consists of one: “Why did the chicken cross [...] about Smurfs. Ok, not really, although stepping on PVC Smurfs from the ’80’s does figure into it. It’s my day. My day is full of stepping on toys. But it’s also filled with writing. And other stuff. I’ve started working on this program: FamilySearch. Yes, I know, it’s the Mormons. But it also fills my [...] It all started with a pair of size five jeans from Joyce Leslie. I was 12 and so very proud that I could wear “adult” clothes. Mom’s friend worked there – she watched me blossom, grow bigger boobs than her, and finally wear the same size jeans. I thought I’d always stay that size. Small boned, [...] |
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