when your lover goes to londontown
miles and daddy. december, 2005. san francisco, ca.
Do:
1. Have dinner with two or more girlfriends who know your heart.
2. Talk on the phone with Swirly.
3. Make thick and rough oatmeal with extra brown sugar for brekkies.
4. Wander the antique mall with baby riding in front facing body pack.
5. Buy old discarded english wood-cut number blocks.
6. Shower when possible.
7. Raise the window shades.
8. Eat massive amounts of mexican food and Uncle Eddies cookies.
Do Not:
1. Listen to John Coltrane's Blue Train.
2. Wage war with anyone.
3. Attempt to operate a motorized vehicle with a fussy man-cub on board.
4. Visit sad, unnecessary places in the mind.
5. Limit your reading to, "Go, Dog, Go."
6. Forget to take a shower or brush teeth.
7. Let your well meaning brother talk you into watching ten episodes of Battlestar Galactica.
posted by pinkcoyote at
1/23/2006 07:08:00 PM
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So insightful... it's amazing the self-destructive patterns you can fall into when under the spell of loneliness and separation. My personal vices when Penny went to Californiatown were beer and old Nintendo games - and those sad, unnecessary places you mentioned.
I can't believe he's in london already!!! I will take a very necessary break from GRE studying tonight and give you a call. If you are busy, don't pick up...I will leave you a delicious little message.
my well meaning husband got me addicted to Battlestar too. i didn't realize i was such a sci-fi geek until now. darn him!!
your man-cub (and father bear) are adorable and your DO list is fabulous.
Pixie, my love, I am still battling a headache that seems to be enjoying looming directly above my head, threatening to plunk down into my body at any given moment, but as always, you make me laugh my head off.
All I'll say is - and I've said it before - Thank God for Pixie.
Pixie Rocks.
Wendy said...
Thank you! I feel the same, kindred spirit. Visit haunt blog often and admire your zen master, Miles. Satchel was born May 29th. The ring thing is called a Winkel and I posted the link for you.
All good things,
Wendy
http://motherrising.blogspot.com
http://www.wendycook.com
let me try again to type a literate sentence... "I visit/ haunt your blog often"
Oh, but if your reading does consist mainly of any children's book... it *must* be Skippyjon Jones! If I had a penny, I'd send you a copy~ yes, I would.
So fun to see you here more often, and to see the little sprout's sweet growingness~
Hello mate nice blog
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