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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Go for it, Spidey...



THe ever-loving relationship with the superheroes in my house continues... while Mom runs in a fog of sunless circles, three year old C is having his way with the men in costume. (No suggestion of impropriety. ) I've not found the Paley book I'm looking for yet, but in the search, I've been discovering tons of other things. Not only do I personally own Hundreds of children's books, but I also managed to put into the meagre storage that we have, yep, all my datebooks for the past three years. OK? away they went. Storage, plus. But while I was up there (our storage unit is above the ground by about 9 feet and a jump, so my oldest calls it a 'tree house') I found post-its carefully saved for the future, cufflinks my husband thought he'd lost years ago in their fancy padded box, lots of cheap stickers for the children I was a teacher to... and so on. What is with the hoarding? For chrissakes, I could be using that space to HIDE in...


no one but Spidey, if he could figure out how to get himself out of the contortion he's in, could get up there without help. There's even a light, I could read... imagine that, READING...



+still have my hearing, still have large lumps of time when all I can think about is how tenuous all that I have right now actually is. I suppose its true of everyone, but I can't say I'm the better for knowing. . .

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