On the Las Vegas front, 10,000 people working in the hotels and casinos have been laid off in the last two weeks.
We have been washing baby clothes and putting them away on some closet shelves after folding them. They are so tiny. When Audrey hold them up to her pregnant belly we laugh at how they will be the right size. My mind fills them with a squirming, pink child and I find it had to speak. I know many other things take my attention when I sit at this computer. I read things at wood s lot and garret’s, ponder over what Dave and Alwin post, stop by Susan’s 2020 Hindsight and read and think some more. I wonder what other folks are doing that haven’t updated their weblogs in a couple of days. Then I find myself drawn back to the living room or the bedroom, wherever she is. Everything is perfect and just as it should be. Other things are being handled by those whose duty it is to do those things. Others will discuss the various aspects from a variety of perspectives. Nothing else seems to hold my attention for long. The release of the latest version of Mac OSX, science news, political news, movie news, news of the aftermath of September 11, whatever is the latest, it all washes over me and passes along. What I remember is a string of moments involving feeling the baby kick, watching the look on Audrey’s face as the folds those tiny clothes. My thoughts and attention always ground themselves there. I have my own latest and greatest, it doesn’t have a very wide sphere of effect, but here at the epicenter, it is utterly engaging. Hopefully this confessional will, at worst, elicit a bit of eye-rolling…
I suppose this is the ‘nesting’ I keep hearing about. That always conjures images of us with string and twigs in our mouth weaving a nest in that bedroom like a songbird. Or me prancing in front of an arch of grass like a Bowerbird enticing Audrey to look at my shiny rocks and pieces of glass and go inside to stay. I suppose the best analogy is making a platform in the tree with sturdy branches, away from the leopards and lions. Others are dealing with all the aspects of things like that and I am grateful. I think of firefighters and police, infantry and paratroopers, people in submarines and planes, artists and planners and programmers and analysts, thousands of people who make this possible. I have done my part at different times when others stopped to wonder at the wonder about to unfold in their lives. Turnabout is expected I guess, but I can’t help but feel a bit self indulgent at not being engaged elsewhere. But then, I’m not sure I could pick up my part of making things work if I looked away and missed these moments. I’ll need them to keep going later, knowing what I have to come home to.
I can remember my Dad making passing mention of doing things he didn’t want to do, but it was OK once he got home. It has taken several decades to begin to fully understand what he meant…..
I have it on good authority that the mountains around Santa Fe, NM are more colorful than they’ve ever been. Sounds niiiice.
I’ve been browsing The New Homemaker’s Own Store, which comes to us via Dori at backup brain. BabyStuf˙!
There should be a print this page link over there on the left hand side courtesy of the new {printFriendlyLink ()} macro. Thanks UserLand.
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