Brian's been nagging me to post more ("'Pondering!?'", he says. "You're still pondering your silly Quaker tree?"), and even though I have no new argyle stories to tell, I'm caving.
So. How you been? I am busy. So busy, in fact, that I have become paralyzed by the sense of my own business, unable to finish any task, be it laundry or course proposals, because don't you know I'm busy!? I must lie here and eat goldfish crackers, so busy I am.
Course proposals for next semester are due on Monday. On Friday, I go in for a second round of surgery (remember that schwannoma way back when? Yeah, that). Thursday, my mom arrives from out of town (hi mom!). I'm hoping the house will be at least moderately clean by then (she's not a judgemental woman, my mother, but I don't want her to feel like she's raised some sort of squalid so-and-so). And Aristotle! I've got to read me some Aristotle before Friday, and get some percocet-proof lecture notes together for my first post-surgery class next week. But have I done any of this? Of course not, I'm far too busy. Oh, and plus? The prospect of surgery has me a bit scared. Not that there's any risk or scariness this time 'round. But my lizard brain doesn't know that. My lizard brain says needles are bad. And knives. And those drugs that steal your consciousness away. Oh, ack. I'll stop now.
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1st. your mom is much more interested in Aristotle than a clean house.
2nd, Your mom will need to feel useful when she is there so save some cleaning for her.
3rd. Even though I have every confidence this will go well, every night I have scary dreams about my children and ferris wheels. (did I ever tell you about the time I took you girls on one when you were about 4 months and 2 ish).
4th. The tree makes a noise because it was moved by the spirit/wind/breath.
5th. Brian is a sweetie!
6th. see you Thursday!!
you just tell those needles and knives what your seester will do to anyone who makes you sad...
Mom: I will arrange some mock-messes for you. But the mold in the bathroom has to go before you get here. So black! So gross! So alarming when I realize how accustomed I've grown to it!
Seester: I will tell the needles and knives. And the fractions. And any mean kids I may encounter.
And mom: you took us on a ferris wheel? Did it get stuck? Did a teenager climb out of the basket and walk dow using the spokes? If so, I think I heard the story, but long, long ago in Anna's backyard. If not, I must've had a really weird dream at some point.
Well, Molly's Mom, thank goodness I had seen that episode of Ugly Betty before Nora's post today! That reminds me that I need to download more episodes.
My mom always has nightmares about snakes.
How's that for a nonsequitor. MLM
Nora, go wash those benign tumors right out of your system!
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