Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Who Are Any of Us, Really?
Reading: Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls, by David Sedaris, and A Visit from the Goon Squad, by Jennifer Egan.
Watching: The West Wing. Aaron Sorkin is my spirit animal. I know I'm fifteen years behind, but I couldn't love it more. Any show that assumes that I'm smart and engaged and just generally paying attention is thumbs up in my book. There's an episode titled "Shibboleth", which, alone, nearly inspired my legitimate membership in the Sorkin fan club. While it's adorable to watch the historical differences (Sam just got a VHS tape in the mail and Josh is baffled that something he wrote online is being read and misinterpreted--so cute), it still feels relevant. Which I guess is the risk you run when you write a whip smart show.
Realizing: Edie goes to school two mornings a week, and while she's gone I have this history of putting Posey to sleep and then trying to put her down so I can get things done (shower, cleaning, writing), and I had a revelation this weekend: she's almost four months old, and I don't have an endless amount of mornings left where all she wants to do is fall asleep in my arms with her little baby hand clasped around my thumb, and lay there peacefully while I watch The West Wing (see: above), and what do really need to take a shower for anyway? So I'm planning on relaxing my expectations on those mornings, and just spending less of my time making beds and more of my time making Posey laugh.
Eating: Anything I can procure and eat with one hand (crackers, apples, chocolate chips), because after these idyllic mornings (see: above), Posey isn't so keen on being put down. Ever. So . . .
Playing: Legos. We play legos every day. I have never made such a sound investment.
Wearing: A winter coat. There's an icy wind blowing.