Yes, we live. I've been working sixty-fourth-heartedly on a honeymoon trip summary, but I've only gotten through the first day. After being sick last weekend--sick in a way I haven't been since age twelve--I decided to cut the news and political commentary for a while. I realized I was too exercised about other stuff to add that on top of it. I've dipped my toe back into the news a bit, just because I don't like being completely out of the loop, but that's about it. I've got a book I'd rather be reading anyway, The Boat of a Million Years, by Poul Anderson, "his classic novel on immortality and the human prospect." It has all the makings of a favorite, but one of the very ingredients that makes it appealing, its patience, in laying the foundation--immortality, after all, should take some time--also makes it hard to know if it will even sustain, much less ultimately live up to its potential.
A funny anecdote about the kids, before I forget again: Yesterday I came into the living room while the kids sat on the couch watching Looney Tunes, my hair mussed severely after a drenching in the sink. It's too long again, which greatly amplified its dramatic appearance. Not Einstein, but a worthy effort. I asked the kids if they liked my hair. Alexander looked and smiled and said, "It's ug-ly!" Angelina, though, in her thoughtful way, smiled at its comic appearance, then grinned--a small grin, more to herself for remembering--and said, "It's a train wreck."
That's m'girl. Funny what makes one most proud. My influence grows stronger.
Besides my being sick, Carole's pregnant. We found out officially about a month ago, I believe. As before, she felt it was so before she took the test. We visited the birth center for the first time last Monday. It's a nice place, homey and inviting, which one might expect from a converted two-story Victorian, painted brightly yellow, with a huge wrap-around white porch. The fact that it's two blocks and two minutes away (if that) makes it all the more inviting.
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