I Write To Stop Time
Wee One took swimming lessons this summer, just for a few weeks. Because I was sick and had surgery, I wasn’t able t 0post it before.
Dude, it is hot in here. Oh, she’s so cute. Where is the teacher? OK. Can she hear him over the sound of all this noise?
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I’m sad to report that I’m currently recovering from a surprise hospital visit. I am light one gall bladder and hopefully will be able to eat dairy again. I’m happy to say goodbye to the 12 or so pounds I lost over the last two months, but overall, this was a really negative experience and I shan’t be trying it again.
People of my high school graduating class, particularly theater nerds like me and especially my friends, remember well the 1996 musical Rent.
I was recently back in St. Louis (Wee One and I did a few weekends of fair in mid-Missouri) and one afternoon, we went out with my (step) grandmother. This meant driving around a part of town I was in a lot as a kid, and a bit in high school, so of course it sparked nostalgia. But none so much as the mall: Crestwood mall.
I have been lax on these goals, some of them. But, in my mind, the year is still young, and these things can still be done. Most of them. >wink<
The Facebook post read, “By any chance, did anyone cut my daughter’s bangs?” And thus opens the one case I was never able to solve.
Doctor Who, S2E4. The Girl in the Fireplace. Written by Steven Moffat.
I know a lot of people love this episode, but I don’t think it’s all that. I think it’s disjointed and has some good parts and good characters, but the mash-up is both trite and awkward, and I don’t love this episode. I usually skip to my favorite parts.
