The kids are eating fishsticks for dinner, if that tells you anything. Granted, they are low-fat, high-protein organic fishsticks... but still, a fishstick can never be anything but a fishstick (unless Dean gets his hands on them and makes tacos out of them, but you really don't even want to go there).
I went to the grocery store to pick up more school supplies for Viola since I completely missed the mark thinging she would need things like pencils, erasers, glue stuick, markers and scissors. No... she needed wide-ruled notebooks, high-gloss folders, Itoya glue sticks (specifically), a microwave and a bottle of Ritalin. The Ritalin is for me, in case you were wondering, so I can get her to school by 8:30 am without having the truancy board on my ass.
I went all out today and wore footless tights with a short denim skirt, black camisole and a black sweater coat over it all. Then I put on my three inch heels and went to Safeway to get peechees and wide-ruled notebooks. It was a Desparately-Seeking-Susan moment if I've ever had one, but I probably haven't. I bought a vanilla latte at Starbucks. Normally that would perk me right up, but not today.
I'm tired. I got maybe two hours of sleep last night. Our schedule is all weird after the holiday weekend. I've been watching too much Nip/Tuck which is sort of weird and depressing.
Viola and Avery have been bugging the crap out of one another. I don't know if this is Viola reacting to being supressed in a classroom all day or just another normal phase, but man, oh, man, their fighting drives me nuts.
It is the not-so-calm before the storm, I think. I'll be having surgery soon, school starts up again, the girls will be back in all their regularly scheduled activities, work will move into the busy season and then the holidays will arrive with all that family-festivity-goodness. Joy!
Avery is chewing a massive wad of gum. It's kinda funny. I wonder how long before she swallows it. Will it really stay in her stomach for twenty years? That's what Mom used to tell me.
One of the cool things about being me is that I have lots of friends who are animal lovers. A friend sent me e-mail today to tell me that he had to put his dog down this morning. What a horrible blow. I know that losing a pet isn't the same as losing a person, a friend, a relative... but in some ways I thinkit is nearly as profound because of the way that we love our animals. Our dogs and cats and rats and crabs and horses and fish and hamsters and guinea pigs all give us something that no human being, no matter how well intentioned, is actually capable of- true, naive, unconditional, utterly-devoted love. Or at least, the very closest we'll ever come. One of the amazing things that springs from the human-animal relationship is a sort of integrity that is rare in the human world. There is a very real equation of effort to reward in working with animals that is simple yet significant. And how often is it that we can share our true selves without any consideration of judgement or consequence? For all our complexity, our basic motivations are really very simple. We just want to be loved, we just want to be needed, we just want to be understood. So I'm a little sad for my friend tonight that he lost his dog, but I'm also glad for him that he was able to experience love in it's highest form. Should everyone be so lucky.