miss p just got done with her first day of pre-k. she did really well when i left, a tiny bit upset but she found the teacher and didn't argue about going. my mom cut her hair and she got dressed all by herself. the teacher said she did fantastic. (pictures to follow).
yesterday d and i went and picked up the last of the stuff from his studio. it was completely exhilirating to turn back and see the place empty and load the last thing into the truck. i made room in the file drawer and the bookcase and the closets. our stuff lives together. we've had some really nice conversations in the last weeks and i'm feeling more and more confident that we're on the same path. his honesty and his ability to look at/work on himself continues to astound me. and ya know, his master p & c-murder imitations? priceless. (have i mentioned the chemistry?) 'and he said it and they fell off the edge of the earth.'
the kids and i met bk for dinner to celebrate p's first day of school. she wanted pho. it was fairly peaceful and i ribbed bk casually for his vegan diet ('don't steal daddy's baby corn parker, that's his dessert...' 'is that your dinner or a punishment for something?') when he dropped the kids off at 8.30 he mentioned the overnight thing again. i'm maintaing my stance that they need to have their own place and that in order to sleep in separate room i suspect p's gonna have to wait for 'renzo. i'm putting tons of good energy out there, trying to keep the peace, trying to focus on now and not worry about our hearing on october 1st.
listening to: guster how did it take me so long to find them in the library stash? something about them reminds me of ben folds (five) and they're a personal favorite. not quite as keen on their lyrics as bff but ya know, it makes me feel good. and feeling good is good. or something.
and reading: the toynbee convector by ray bradbury.
yesterday d and i went and picked up the last of the stuff from his studio. it was completely exhilirating to turn back and see the place empty and load the last thing into the truck. i made room in the file drawer and the bookcase and the closets. our stuff lives together. we've had some really nice conversations in the last weeks and i'm feeling more and more confident that we're on the same path. his honesty and his ability to look at/work on himself continues to astound me. and ya know, his master p & c-murder imitations? priceless. (have i mentioned the chemistry?) 'and he said it and they fell off the edge of the earth.'
the kids and i met bk for dinner to celebrate p's first day of school. she wanted pho. it was fairly peaceful and i ribbed bk casually for his vegan diet ('don't steal daddy's baby corn parker, that's his dessert...' 'is that your dinner or a punishment for something?') when he dropped the kids off at 8.30 he mentioned the overnight thing again. i'm maintaing my stance that they need to have their own place and that in order to sleep in separate room i suspect p's gonna have to wait for 'renzo. i'm putting tons of good energy out there, trying to keep the peace, trying to focus on now and not worry about our hearing on october 1st.
listening to: guster how did it take me so long to find them in the library stash? something about them reminds me of ben folds (five) and they're a personal favorite. not quite as keen on their lyrics as bff but ya know, it makes me feel good. and feeling good is good. or something.
and reading: the toynbee convector by ray bradbury.
'i have been in a girl's warm sumer face and looked out at a young man, and i have been in that some young man, the same instant, breathing out fiery breaths, gazing at that forever summer girl. i have lived in mating mice or circling lovebirds or bleeding-heart doves. i have hidden in two butterflies fused on a blossom of clover -'