If we were having coffee, we would reflect on the passage of the summer. I didn’t think of OH as very much farther north than St. Louis, but it’s been much cooler. It also didn’t have the humidity; I think I underestimated the effect of the river confluence right there in STL.
But more important than the dumb weather, I am having such a joyous time with Wee One. I love watching her play and enjoy the summer with her: Splash pads, ice cream, digging in the yard, sprinklers, climbing trees…
If we were having coffee, I signed her up for a one morning program; I hope it will help with her speech. She’ll be around other little kids for that morning, and I’ll get to write. I’m also thinking about signing her up for Tinkergarden, but I’ll be with her through that. We went to a group session for someone who wants to lead it, and she had fun.
We wouldn’t talk politics because we each know what the other thinks. Our stomach’s have been in knots since November 8th of last year. We knew this would happen. We knew it would be a shit show. And even when the current president is out, as I believe he will be within the next year, the VP is a greater nightmare, in my opinion.
Which makes a good summer even more important.
If we were having coffee, it would be hot, but we would enjoy it outside: it has been deliciously cool for the past several days, which is welcome. I have enjoyed, though, during the really hot days, bicycling Wee One to the splash park or letting her play in a little pool I bought her, or playing with our neighbor’s when they set a pool out. While we’re living at Casa In-Laws, we are set securely in the ‘burbs, but to this end, it’s actually kind of nice!
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If we were having coffee, we would lament about Chris Cornell’s passing. I didn’t realize he had a five octave range, but he did. I knew he was a powerful vocalist, but jeez. And his voice soundtracked a lot of my formative memories, and I hoped to see him as an old lady, an old rocker onstage.
So this means Eddie Vedder is the last leading man of this cohort (Pearl Jam/Soundgarden/Nirvana/Alice in Chains) to still be alive. I have to see him. And they all died of suicide. Listening to this, one of my favorite Soundgarden songs, it seems logical.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that Wee One’s speech therapist said she’s doing well and making noticeable improvements. I think she is, but I’m her mommy: I think she’s perfect anyway. It’s just nice to hear my high opinion of validated.
I know this is random, but I hate hate hate the phrase “food porn.” It sounds so nasty, and usually, the thing in the photo isn’t that great! Even if it’s tasty, I can’t imagine a photograph exciting my taste buds. My imagination doesn’t even excite my taste buds. Tasting something excites my taste buds.
What about you? What do you think of “food porn?” What music was important to you through the years?
I am in tears, today.
I sat down and counted and realized that Wee One only has about 25 words that she says consistently and solidly knowing what they mean. She has a bunch more words she’s used once or twice, but I’m not sure she has those down so I’m not counting them right now.
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Day 24 – W
Since today is W, I’m going to talk about a Wee One. Specifically, her speech.
I had a feeling it wasn’t quite progressing as it should be, and today, after a speech evaluation, I find I am right. I’m a little heart sore about it.
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