writing to survive
unknotting the past and remaking the present one story at a time

First time in weeks ...

First time in weeks ... that C is asleep before 9:00/9:30. No nap = long day, easier night. H and I actually had uninterrupted, leisurely dinner conversation. No one wanted to sit on my lap and eat (not even the cats). And I know I will be awake for a while to talk or read or write. Just like life used to be, except I'm older and crankier.

The K story is changing. All of the sudden, there I am, with opinions and experiences and a viewpoint. K's arrival wasn't the first thing to ever happen to us. He stepped into a context, into a scene that needs to be set. And for this, I have to include my mother's second husband and the quirks of our great triumvirate. Without getting into it too much.

What is lost -- a tight, arid focus -- is worth losing. It's funnier, too. And maybe it's really about me anyway, right?
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