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Monday, December 1, 2003: State of the Union
It's 10:38 pm. I'm sitting in the TV room, typing on the laptop and watching an All New Firefly on the Space channel. Blake is standing up, holding Delphine and bouncing gently, trying to get her to sleep. I just finished a slice of homemade pumpkin pie (173 calories) and I'm working on a big mug of hot cocoa with peppermint essence (made with skim milk). Domestic bliss.
Today was kind of a pain; I had a lot of things to do, which often ends badly. I got most of them done -- the easy, one-step things like making a phone call or sending email. But I started laundry, and didn't finish. I started writing Christmas cards, and didn't finish. I started cleaning the kitchen, and didn't finish. Delphine was needy today, is why. She didn't take any long naps, just cat naps, and in between she wanted me to hold her and play. Some days she's like that, and that's cool. None of those things can't be done tomorrow. Or the next day. It's Monday, so I had choir practice. As usual, I bundled Delphine up and put her in the stroller, and then walked down to the church and met Blake; he takes her to his parents' place while I'm at practice. Practice was good. It was the last practice with only the choir; next week we have the orchestra and the choir of tiny boys as well. We're doing quite well -- we know all the notes and we're just refining now. We're doing Ralph Vaughan Williams's Hodie, as I might have mentioned. I have no profound musical insights into it, but I think it's cool. It's going to be amazing to perform it with an orchestra. But I think I still like Bach's Christmas Oratorio better. I'm a sap.
State of the union. Delphine is six months old. She's starting to figure out crawling, and she likes to stand up. Blake's -- I was going to say something about Blake's work, but that's not my story to tell. Blake is working. I'm not. So curiously, whether he's happy at work is very much my concern. More than it was when I was making a third of the income. Which is why I started to tell about it, but it's still not my story, even if it is my business. I'm pretty happy at home. We have a pretty good routine here; get up, shower, have breakfast, feed Delphine, clean the kitchen, do some chores, go out, play with Delphine, rinse, repeat. I haven't been bored or lonely. Much. Maybe a teeny little bit bored. Once. But generally I'm fine. It will get better the more Delphine is able to play by herself. We're also starting a toddler play group in January, which I am looking forward to to an unreasonable extent -- I can meet new people, and learn some silly kid songs and games to keep Delphine interested. It's 11:19 pm. Firefly is over (what an excellent show), and Delphine is asleep. Tomorrow I'm going down to the office to pimp tickets to the concert, and maybe have lunch, like in the old days, and show off Delphine. In the evening my sister-in-law is coming over to put up Christmas decorations and listen to the Kenny and Dolly Christmas album. |