After a long time something brought back memories of days when I was a big hindi/urdu poetry buff. Spent some happy hours searching for my favorite anthologies and enjoying the nostalgia trip.
When you read "Goodnight Moon" or "The Hungry Caterpillar" or ''Where the Wild Things Are" or "I am a Bunny" to your toddler, it's best not to do it on a Kindle. Little kids love to turn pages and handle the book as an object.
Incessant rain and cold weather and my best friend off to India for 3 months had me feeling down and blue and wholesalely doubting my parenting.... then I realized Thing1 is into regular yoga and Thing2 wants to have salad twice a day. I must be doing _something_ right. Went out in the rain and bought just the kind of croutons he likes. : )
i didnt have to cook today... hubby bought lunch from hotel and for dinner we are invited at sils house.
Along those lines... no cooking for me too... my fridge is filled up with left-overs from spicy dishes I ordered each day this week and kid picked up for me on way from school, as I nursed a cold and cough. The life coming full circle was funny poignant. Kid says the look of surprise on the restaurant guy's face was priceless.
I'm not the brightest bulb in the chandelier when it comes to discerning the subtleties of human behavior. I was informed by a friend, that another mutual friend was avoiding me over some third-hand gossip she had heard. I hadn't the foggiest clue! I examined my own conduct and could find nothing to reproach myself about. Some more thinking brought the realization that a person who would rather bear a petty grudge over hearsay, than seek a direct clarification, didn't value our association to start with. I'm not the grudge bearing sort. Too much anxiety for zero gratification. So I took Marie 'KonMari' Kondo's advice, and mentally thanked her for a brief but pleasant association, wished her joy in her endeavors and closed the chapter. Moving on.