Dear Mary Ann,

hectic has given way to disciplined. i try not to squander a minute. i hurry a lot less when i simply force myself to get the next list item done. then my diminished time with GoodHusband and kids really belongs to us.

but discipline is so hard-- after two-plus luxurious years with PerfectBaby in my lap, fresh coffee and PoemsFray, i feel like i've been robbed. (and getting dressed every day in something better than jeans and t shirts is a pain in the ass, too.)

but i love the work, i just hate everything about it that makes them jobs.

just this week, Indub, came home with an assignment from his English Lit class. he was asked to present 2 poems with opposing world views. he chose Macbeth's Tomorrow and Tomorrow soliloquy, "It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."

and Hopkins' God's Grandeur,

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

his instructor was impressed and said, 'so you know something about poetry?'
to which Indub responded, "yeah. my mother used to make me read PoemsFray every tuesday."

well, whadyano?

a belated thank you for the birthday wishes!

monica