Monday, August 1, 2005

Dearth of tales from the park side My dear friends gave me well-deserved grief for my lack of posting when they came over for R & R this weekend. If I can find the time to read and read and read, I can damn well find a few minutes to write. So here I am, and no, I'll refrain from posting recipes, though I have some new inventions that deserve to be published, even if only by me, for my audience of four. (Might be down to two, given how totally lame I've been about writing...but I have faith.) I am incensed by this, and inspired by this. Mostly, I am in love with my family, which makes me somewhat dull. I have become one of those mamas who turns vaguely cottony when her baby is mentioned, or when I look into her (enormous, blue) eyes. The lovely and talented Mieke took a GORGEOUS (if I do say so myself) picture of us this weekend, which maybe I'll post when I get my act together. I look as old and haggard as ever, but have that cottony, soft-focus, baby love thing going on that somehow makes me look better and her look her fabulous self. It's nauseating, and I thought I was bad about my boy... 10:09:14 PM     comment [] trackback []