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  <title>BErKaNa: Growth. Rebirth. Birch Tree.</title>
  <subtitle>small, beautiful things</subtitle>
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    <name>girly ink slinger</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-04T04:59:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:105392</id>
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    <title>Sing, sing a song</title>
    <published>2008-07-04T04:59:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T04:59:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm off to bed in one mo' because must get up at *3:45* to get to the airport in time, BUT, had to note that tonight was the first time that Maeve really sang...carrying a tune as much as she could. She's played around with singing before, but never anything recognizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching Sesame Street on YouTube -- Bob and Susan and Luis singing "Sing" with a bunch of kids... oh, here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOFY52PAPoc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOFY52PAPoc&lt;/a&gt; and she busts out, very seriously, "La la lala la" etc. at the chorus, totally absorbed in the screen. Then, later on, when I was singing the same song softly to get her to go to sleep, she totally jumped in at the right time for the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww! Now she's no longer just a dancing, drummin', maraca-ing, harmonica-playin' fool. Just warms the cockles of me heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to dreamland...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:105074</id>
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    <title>writing for fun?</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T23:47:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T23:47:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">really, what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, maybe it will happen again. soon, even. i hope. tomorrow we leave for 4 days in the 'burbs of chicago (elgin); back on tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there there will be lots of playmates for maeve. a family reunion. lots of food. time to nap. no work. i think i might be able to get used to it, even with humidity and skeeters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my child is growing like a weed, conceptually, physically, emotionally and every other lllly. again, i'm just trying to catch the tiger by her tail. i'm bringing a journal. maybe i'll be able to write in it and transcribe upon return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a lovely 4th everyone. be safe.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:104825</id>
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    <title>today</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T22:06:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T22:06:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">foggy, fuzzy grey blanket mornings&lt;br /&gt;peel away to dazzling sunshine&lt;br /&gt;dancing breezes&lt;br /&gt;bees drone, birds mate&lt;br /&gt;ventura summer is here.&lt;br /&gt;ventura summer is here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:104475</id>
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    <title>Words from the car</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T05:23:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T05:23:24Z</updated>
    <category term="maeve not sleeping"/>
    <category term="exhaustion"/>
    <category term="poetry"/>
    <content type="html">Cloud-backed, bright full moon&lt;br /&gt;Witness to my gasoline sin&lt;br /&gt;Driving, driving&lt;br /&gt;Michael Franti posing as a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Injustice a soothing beat&lt;br /&gt;Please sleep, baby, sleep.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:104337</id>
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    <title>Ok, tooth 10</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T20:06:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T20:06:09Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Another molar popped today. And MAN, is the household unhappy. No sleep for the fam, lots of crying and thrashing for the wee one last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she's in a lot of pain, nose running, and chomping on her fingers. We're doing homeopathics and ibuprofen, but with three molars erupting at once, there isn't much relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, writing deadline looms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to remember that we leave for vacation verrrrry soon, and all will be done and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing, breathing, breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to writing.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:104115</id>
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    <title>Holy CRAP, TEETH, part two</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T16:38:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T16:38:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Um, just was able to get my finger in the other side of Maeve's mouth...tooth nine. Molar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sure explains a lot about sleep and crankifussesness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I promise I'll stop publickly counting at ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is boring to everyone, but SO EXCITING to us.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:103930</id>
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    <title>Holy CRAP, TEETH!</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T16:35:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T16:35:50Z</updated>
    <category term="vacation"/>
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    <category term="writing"/>
    <content type="html">I had a dream last night that we weren't paying attention and Maeve was pretty cranky and suddenly I noticed...she's got molars! (Which then seemed ridiculous...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked this morning, and indeed, she has at least one of the big teeth in the back that cut through! Thursday she got another in the front, number seven, so I guess this is number eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, this is all happening in a rush. I guess she's trying to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, GAH, cranking on the writing deadlines, last big one before vacation is Monday. A designer profile for Interweave Crochet. Was a great interview, I'm looking forward to the writing of it. Once the transcript is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaand, we leave for Strawberry Music Festival (strawberrymusic.com) on Weds. HUZZZZZZAAAAAAAHHHHH! Vacation. Music. Camping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to get some laundry away, and some packing started.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:103307</id>
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    <title>sleeping babe</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T17:44:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T17:44:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">she smells sweet&lt;br /&gt;like those strawberries,&lt;br /&gt;my sticky little miss.&lt;br /&gt;paws upon me warm,&lt;br /&gt;and browned&lt;br /&gt;rosebud mouth ripe&lt;br /&gt;to be kissed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:102818</id>
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    <title>Number 5 is Alive!</title>
    <published>2008-04-25T05:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-25T05:17:05Z</updated>
    <category term="maeve&amp;apos;s 5th tooth"/>
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    <content type="html">Well, Maeve hit the 18 month mark on Monday and promptly fell ill. It was like that...woke up from her second nap lethargic and flopsy and scared the crap out me. Hot, hot, too, so we traipsed off to the doc's and he dubbed "it" a virus, prolly wouldn't go gastrointestinal, who knows how the rest would manifest. Three hours later, she puked all over me. :) Classic, no? Anyhow, the fever lasted until late yesterday, the congestion kicked in in full swing yesterday, too. Today was a challenge, also, the wretched cough has kicked in, but I'm hoping tomorrow will bring her some relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of the illness, she finally poked her 5th tooth through today. Huzzah! Her gums are bumpy pretty much all the way back, and I can see two more teeth right on the edge of popping. I imagine that she's pretty uncomfortable. Damn, it *sucks* to be a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, she putters along, just tripping me out with her associations and leaps. Today, she opened this little Avon "pencil" (from my childhood) that we wiped all the perfume out of and announced, "Ih-ee!" before tossing it down. (If you've ever smelled Avon perfume, circa 1970-ish, you'd know why.) I cracked up. Someday she'll get the hard "k" sound down, but for now, I'll take ih-ee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also shoe obsessed, in an Imelda sort of way, as I may have mentioned. She loves to wear ours, or anyone who takes theirs off at our door. She keeps track of who's wearing what shoes, so she can deliver them back to the right person. She points to where her "too big" shoes live on the back of her door, "Beeg," in hopes of a pair finally fitting. We tried out a new pair the other day, with socks, making them close to ok, and she was SO pleased. She asked me, "beeg?" then when I told her they fit with socks, she pronounced, "Shoes. NEW!" The new shoe tip-tappy dance was also fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (I guess this is all about yesterday), we were playing "Philadelphia Chickens" on the cd player (if you have kids, you may be familiar with the Sandra Boynton, if you aren't, for shame!) and out of the blue, Maeve started saying and signing, "book" emphatically. The song that was playing was "Snuggle Puppy," which indeed, is one of the S.B. books we own. She was listening to the lyrics, obviously, and the light dawned. She repeated this on two other song/book pairs on the album. ("Belly Button" and "Pajama Time," in case you care.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Drumming class continues to go swimmingly, and she loves it. Swim class started this week, but does not go drummingly. :? She loves it, too, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the intense kidlet stuff this week, and having to cancel the week, basically, we are doing well. I've made dinner twice this week to great success, and my mothers' helper idea is panning out with our neighbor's daughter starting "training" with me next week. Is good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:102433</id>
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    <title>Maeve's turning 18 months...</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T06:00:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T06:07:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/writeanya/pic/0001x8z1/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/writeanya/pic/0001x8z1/s320x240" width="200" height="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow! We'll be taking her for her first hair cut. Holy fu schnickens, where did that time go? So, I'll, over the next couple days, methinks, write down the milestones and brain dump about her here. In case you have no desire to read kidlet catch-up, I will kindly put it all behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Maeve Knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lots o' body parts: hair (wet &amp; dry), forehead, eyebrows, eyes, eyelashes, nose, nostril, cheek, chin, lips, tongue, teeth, mouth, ears, neck, shoulders, nipple, boobies, chest, stomach, belly button, arms, hands, fingernails, knuckles, elbow, leg, knee, toes, feet, butt, back and...moles! She has gone through phases of obsession about different body parts -- eyelashes and nostrils were early ones, right now she's pretty into knuckles, nails and moles. She likes to chat about them and point them out on us and herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How to climb...most everything, suddenly. Today I found her on top of a storage tub where our two bags of chicken food live. She was leaning into the bag, to play with the food and the scoop. I only have a slight inkling of how the hell she got up there. She also, for the first time today, climbed up on a chair we have in the kitchen. Decided to snag her baby ibuprofen off the counter and pretended to quaff it. Great. Now nothing is  safe...especially once she figures out she can *move* the chair around. She also is really getting into more of the play equipment at parks, climbing up the odd ladders most of them have for older kids. I spot her on these, though, as she's unsure how to navigate them once she's gotten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How to cook: She loves to stir and mix and cut (and tell you about it) pretty much everything. Luckily, there are lots of things in our regular diet where she can do that. I let her help with stuff on the stove, with lots of admonitions on the heat. She pretty much gets it, along with "sharp!" and "cut!" She has her own little play kitchen where she mimics us and feeds her babies and whatever else she thinks might be hungry. When at the table, she loves to feed us, sharing her spoon full of whatever, often to the detriment of our floor. But hey..*sharing.* Another new sharing this past week or so -- she brings her doll or stuffed animal up to my chest to breastfeed before she does -- all the while making little "feeding" sounds with her tongue and teeth. Heh! She's a givener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How to garden: Not unlike me, this girlie is super-content if she is out in the sunshine and getting dirty. She gives bonus points in happiness if there is some water in the mix to make mud. I picked up a mini-set of bucket, spade, shovel and rake for her at Big Lots, and she totally digs the digging, especially if Dada is using his big shovel. She's a bit unclear on being kind to the plants; ok, *totally* unclear to be truthful, but I'm hoping this will come in good time. We planted a ton of seeds together along the fence, and she was in charge of the sunflower seeds. Many are coming up right now, along with volunteer pumpkins, and I'm excited to share with her the final product. Don't *even* get me started on how cool I think it is that she and I will be able to pick our food together once all the other recently planted starts take off. We have 6 corn plants! Woooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come when I am not falling asleep on the keyboard.</content>
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    <title>this makes me happy</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T16:02:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T16:02:55Z</updated>
    <category term="quotes"/>
    <content type="html">You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of&lt;br /&gt;subversion, or challenge the ideology of a violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons, 1964</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:101727</id>
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    <title>Visit's going well</title>
    <published>2008-04-06T05:57:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-06T05:57:32Z</updated>
    <category term="lyn visit"/>
    <category term="yarn"/>
    <category term="gardening"/>
    <content type="html">Today's steps so far: 12,361 = 6.24 miles (yay for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom-in-law visit is going just fine with Maeve really enjoying her Mimi to bits. They play well together. :) My MIL has been cooking up a storm, and everything has cheese and very little vege (halllloooo midwest cookin'), so N asked me today how much weight I thought we'd both gain this weekend. Heh. I'm craving raw broccoli right now. Tomorrow I'll cook up a bunch of greens and some cauliflower to balance out our cheese binge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we're doing all the walking -- last night I actually ended up over 5 miles by the time I went to bed. I haven't been counting the early morning or late night steps so much, so it's kind of nice to think that there are MORE than what I'm tracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what else besides cheesefest today? Well, I scored some amazing yarn FREE from a friend of a friend. Really gorgeous wool, all good for felting, and all excellent quality and colors. No huge amts, but that's ok, because I'm just not up for large projects. I just want to fondle my new yarn for awhile. Then felt the hell out of it. Well, after making something, I suppose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, because of having someone work in our yard this week (our friends' dad, who is a gardener, and visiting them for 6 months and needs work), we are both totally invigorated to get stuff done out there. Went to Green Thumb today and bought our veggies for the garden, plus some extra niceties and once home, went thru all our seeds to see what will get planted. I tossed some seeds in the soil along our fence*** -- delphinium, torch lily, baby's breath, red poppies, lupine -- and we shall see what comes up. The area has been recently rototilled, so the soil was totally primed. The seeds are not this season, but eh, that hasn't stopped me before. I also tossed some seeds -- yellow dwarf marigolds and thumbelina zinnias (multi) -- in a big pot on our porch that has a sad, small geranium in it, and I'm feeling hopeful about seeing some happy color there soon enough. Started digging out and cutting back stuff in the Buddha garden, things the guy missed, or just didn't understand that we needed. Is ok...when someone helps in the garden I am happy that they do the larger things, but I prefer to do the finessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many packets of different sunflowers are now in our possession. I CANNOT WAIT to grow them. And corn. I am in the mood to grow tall things. And viney things -- mmmm, we got some lovely zucchini, and summer squash and lemon cukes. And japanese aubergines. And, of course, the heirloom tomatoes. Only 5 kinds this year, because N was somehow feeling a new restraint. Got his habaneros, and some shallots and chives for me. Tomorrow N will do some more soil prep, and we'll go to town a' plantin'. Then waterin', then waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel giddy about having some garden back in order. And about growing our food again. Maeve was just stoked today to dig in the dirt and throw it, and pick things and smell them, and run around willy nilly just owning that space that is our backyard. I love watching this, and also knowing that we are all organic, so I don't have to worry about her being poisoned. Well, other than her eating certain plants, but I think we're pretty safe on that front, plus she's outgrowing that phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have purple bell peppers from last year that are producing again, and some rainbow chard that has been totally attacked by aphids. We bought ladybugs today and set them free on the chard. Hope they deal with those stupid aphids handily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Full day. And did you get a load o' my mileage?! :) I should walk thru garden centers more often. Did a walk with the neighbor today and another with N tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking we'll prolly have some more cheese to go with our cheese tomorrow, so will make an effort to hit the 10k steps again. OH! and N and I are going to have a predinner drinks/appetizer date early tomorrow eve at a new fancy place called My Florist (wine bar etc.), so that should be some good clean fun for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, also, I am going to try to write up a Maeve milestone entry. Also, for those who have been worried, it seems teh depression is shifting some, flowing out. I am continuing to try to nap at least once a day with Maeve and not stay up as late, and it seems to be helping. Is good. Tomorrow, I'll need to start in on finding a mamaz' helper from our neighborhood teen pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***If you're reading, Pixie, these plants will be right next to Wayne's placenta. Will be very colorful and happy there for the ol' saque du Wayne. And, I made sure that his area wasn't rototilled. :)</content>
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    <title>Walking numbers and other stuff</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T06:10:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T06:10:35Z</updated>
    <category term="walking"/>
    <content type="html">march 31: 6000 steps, 3.03 miles&lt;br /&gt;april 2: 6842 steps, 3.45 miles&lt;br /&gt;april 4: 9892 steps, 4.995 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n mentioned the other night that i look thinner. i think that the upper hip/lower back area where a muffin top could form has slimmed down. that's a benefit of walking that i haven't focused on, have just really been trying to work on upping the seratonin levels in my brain, and also having evening talk time with my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, what else do i know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are depressed, you think 10x as much, but write much less. i guess i should say "i" there, because that's what's true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that said, i shall make more effort here, as i am working on getting some of the other things i need to tackle the chemical imbalances in me, and having a good personal writing habit will feed me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the sleep has been the most important thing.</content>
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    <title>Walking numbers</title>
    <published>2008-03-29T04:59:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T04:59:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Yesterday's steps: 4757 = 2.31 miles&lt;br /&gt;Today's as of now: 5424 = 2.74 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low numbers, to be sure, and both nights I didn't get our walk in. Went to Stitch n' Bitch last night and N started the walk before I got home, so I only caught up with him at the tail end... blah blah long story short, I had to take over unhappy Maeve once we arrived home and she was asleep in a few moments after diaper/clothing change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we took Dirk out for his birthday treat -- dessert at Carrows, his choice, and Maeve was DONE by the time we got home. Naptimes are shifting with a vengeance, and she skipped the second one today, so she fell hard into dreamland tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I want to get the numbers up, hopefully this weekend, and keep them up nearer (or over) to 10k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to a little work time for me. Want an early night tonight.</content>
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    <title>Wok, wok, wok</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T05:50:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T05:50:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">(I, for some reason, keep hearing PacMan sounds inserted here. Odd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I started walking in earnest again. When we were in Hawai'i, I began to feel a yen for activity. All the sunshine, the beach, the bathingsuit bleck...and I just was able to feel my body a bit more again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, my friend Trace was off work for a week, so we started going on daily walks that were vigorous enough and long enough to make me feel like I was doing something. Then, I fell off for a week or so, as I had no partner to make me want to go. In fact, that was the beginning of my spiral last October -- when Zulu died, not only did I stop walking because she wasn't around, but because I just couldn't bear to walk our routine because I missed her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I digress. My friend Lorena visited last week, and got me back on the horse. We did at least an hour a day. Oh, and also, when we got back from Hawai'i, I got a wild hair and picked up a pedometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now N and I are going on nightly walks, and I finally got the pedometer going 4 days ago. The first day I put it on at 5 p.m., and by bedtime I'd done 5787 steps, equaling 2.91 miles. Not bad, I guess. Day two was 10,640 steps (prolly a few more around bedtime that weren't counted), equaling 5.37 miles. Yesterday I flaked on putting on the pedometer, today, I was a little late in the morning, but as of right now, I'm at 8207 steps, equaling 4.14 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This counting of steps satisfies the Virgo in me greatly, and also makes me competitive feeling with myself. An unusual, but not unhappy feeling. It seems to be a motivator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not like I'm doing sit-ups or push-ups or *real* hardcore exercise, but I'm getting my heart rate up, I'm getting the kidlet and myself out, and in the evenings, it is a good time for N and I to catch-up and talk. We need that. And, bonus is, Maeve often falls asleep for the night on our walk. Yay, us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll mark here my progression, and see how it goes. I am looking forward to the time where I think, "wow, I have a lot more energy!" Hee. Who knows what sort of inspiration I'll get as the year progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got another writing assignment today. Yippee!</content>
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    <title>Postponed</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T20:04:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T20:04:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, surgery today was postponed until the 24th, at 3 p.m. The doc's office called yesterday, asking if I'd be ok to do this, as someone had come in with a Very Serious Issue, that needed to be removed immediately. We gots the melanoma in our family, so I reckon this is just a little pay it forward and hope for the person who needed immediate surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N will be able to cover Maeve on the 24th, and I have a couple more spots that should be biopsy'd, stat, so we'll do the biopsies this week, and we'll know if I need more stuff dug out on the 24th. Really, it seems this works out better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it will give me some time to find some of the homeopathic items Ms. Streamsandpools recommended (thank you, dear!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorena gets on a train today at 2:40. We walked up the the local bookstore that I love (Adventures for Kids) and picked up a couple books for our kidlets. Maeve will be exceedingly pleased to read an entire book full of monkeys doing monkey things. :) Lorena has been forcing me (unintentionally) to go on longer, more strenuous walks since she's been here, and the weather's turned all balmy and sweet, so this has been a really good thing for me, especially since I've had so little sleep lately and it reallllllly tanks my mood to be sleep-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I HOPE to keep it up once she's gone. Need to find the support to make it happen.</content>
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    <title>Happy Birthday...</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T19:50:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T19:50:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear Matthew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be happy. May you be peaceful. May you be free of suffering. May you love and be loved.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:writeanya:100080</id>
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    <title>two posts, one day!</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T06:34:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T06:34:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">then bed. nap didn't happen earlier, was too spinny in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i did some searching on the intrawebs for the kidlet i birthed 24 years ago tomorrow. his adopted parents took him home two days later, and i've never, ever regretted the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, every so often, i like to see if he's out there, and now, finally, he's created an imprint of himself, in pixels and 1s and 0s. not much, but enough to know that he's off getting his degree (perhaps masters') in the northern regions of ca, has a private acct. on myspace, and that he has 18 friends on facebook. :) no pics that i can really see his face...i am so curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty-four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he'll ever contact me. i toy with the idea of contacting his parents -- i can easily send them a note, just to tell them where i am (in case he wants to know) and to give them family medical history for him that would be helpful in an ongoing fashion. and then know that that is enough. because it would be. yet, so far, i have not done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every birthday, this comes up for me, and it passes. i don't know if i'll act upon it or not. he's a grown man now, albeit young enough. it's odd...my husband's birthday is 20 days after his -- and he is only 7 years old than my son. how's that for a wee mind-fuck? heh. ah well, i was young-young when it all happened. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that occurs to me is that i feel that he is happy. sure, normal ups and downs, but that he has a sense of grounding and contentment that comes from being raised in the right place by the right people. that he isn't drama-laden, and that he makes good enough choices for himself. that he's aware in all the right ways. i just...feel it. there's peace there...hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've run thru this here before, perhaps not in the same way, but it is a yearly theme, so forgive my repetition...but that's life, i guess, the going forward and the going back, and the trying on staying present.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Long time, eh?</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T23:55:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T23:55:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We've survived pestilence (Maeve's first bout with the flu started last Saturday, lots of barfing for three days, then moved to a lower place, from which we are *just* recovering), sleep deprivations (see item number one) and a couple of deadlines (with one more to hit this week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just started a Visit from my good pal, Lorena. Should be lovely, and she's also going to help with Maeve on Tuesday when I go in to have a basal cell skin cancer taken off my chest. I've found a couple more since the biopsy a couple weeks ago, same area -- the wide flat part of my chest (oh thank-you-baby-oil-as-sunscreen in my  yout) so may just have the doc biopsy those areas, too, as long as he's digging out the other part. Hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think fast healing, thoughts, willya? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been quiet, because, I just haven't had much more in me to write. I think* a lot, while nursing the baby, but haven't taken the computer in to type while lying down. *G* Not sure she'd go for that, anyhow, her ears are sharp, even in semi-sleep state. And she's a bit obsessed with Fatboy Slim's rendition of "The Joker" on YouTUbe (KITTIES! lots of them in the video), which came about as a slippery slope when she was sick. Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, time change. Damn. Love the light, hate the adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go nap now, I feel like this is a golden, stolen moment. Lorena's asleep, Maeve's asleep, N' at Trader Joe's shopping for us. I should be...CREATING! Writing! Doing YOGA! Instead, I'm damn tired. So, I'll toddle off in hopes of magical awakeness tonight for me and hopeful sleepness (early enough) for the baby so I can get some writing done then. Last night she went to sleep at !)...er, make that 10. TEN! was how I felt. Bedtime is 8, so wtf? Anyhow, fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone. I miss you. Hi!</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Busy busy</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T07:23:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-24T07:24:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why is it when you go on vacation, you work twice as hard before and after? Deadlines, laundry, catch-up...it is an odd phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Hawai'i was wonderful. Pics to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught a crochet class today...how to read crochet charts. Doesn't sound too sexy, does it? However, it was very satisfying (all about pleasing the Virgo in me) and the students caught on really quickly. Yay for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a crochet deadline -- a dozen cupcakes need to be done and shipped by Weds. I've got three bottoms done tonight, too tired to do any more. Goal is six more bottoms tomorrow, the full nine if possible. Then onto the tops, stuffing and beading six of them. Will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In there is choosing some topics for the next writing deadline. Looking forward to that, too. And, fingers crossed, I may get a writing assignment for my favorite crochet magazine (!). That, my friends, would be a lovely ven diagram of my creative endeavors. I'm hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? My god, my kid, she is growing and expanding (and expounding) like I've never seen. Prolly because I haven't raised a kid before. She's just leaving babyhood completely behind...all little girl toddler now. More on her when I'm not so done with the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N's now getting the last stuff done on our bathroom remodel! Hahahahahaha. Sorry. Can't believe it. He'll be making the floating cabinet tomorrow with a friend from work. Once that's installed with the sink, we can order the glass shower door and put up the decor and it will be DONE. I'll put money on June...how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should score some sleep. Maeve was pretty wakeful last night, and has a runny nose and is all drooly today. Not herself. I think the next batch of teeth are making themselves known. The four she has now are working nicely, luckily, just on food and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty!</content>
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    <title>Last writing deadline done...</title>
    <published>2008-02-05T08:21:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-05T08:21:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">now for crocheting and cleaning and organizing tomorrow (technically, today). my parents will arrive midday, that will help with the kidlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling some relief...i lost my zen me in a blur of tiredness earlier this evening. just. so. damn. glad. to be done with the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also figuring out what i can shove *off the plate for tomorrow to be done when we come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least packing is done... though i should revise one more time and take some stuff out. feh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, to sleep as the small creature will be up in 6 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the alohas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. it's unreal.</content>
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    <title>Maui</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T21:29:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">In less than 48 hours, we three will be lounging on a beach in Kahana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeee. Oh, squeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines coming along nicely. Stress levels manageable right now. Breathing. :)</content>
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    <title>So. Yay.</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T20:47:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T20:47:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Funny little photo things happening today. My picture of the lake at Camp Mather at Strawberry Music Festival was picked up for Schmap and &lt;a href="http://www.schmap.com/yosemite/events_festivals/#p=286963&amp;amp;i=286963_2.jpg"&gt;can be seen here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the owner of the drum shop who sometimes teaches the class I have Maeve in told me today that we were on their web site's &lt;a href="http://pulsedrumming.com/home.html"&gt;front door right here.&lt;/a&gt; M loves that tongue drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of you who drive a lot (or even a little) &lt;a href="http://www.speedtrap.org/speedtraps/stetlist.asp"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; could be quite helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Eh, going to pick up Dirk soon, and hoping that will give me a bit of time to write, though I expect not. S'okay, it will get done.</content>
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    <title>wow. the days are where?</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T08:09:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T08:11:15Z</updated>
    <category term="&amp;quot;maeve milestones&amp;quot; writing"/>
    <content type="html">no big post here, just a note to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. maeve caught air for the first time today while trying to jump. she's been trying to do this for a couple months, while hollering "juh! juh!" just the teeniest bit of freedom from gravity did she get. great start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. she also went down the baby slide by herself today. not my doing, she didn't wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. two teeth firmly in. two more just trying to kill us all (top two). coming in at exactly the same time, i can feel her pain. also, another starting down on the bottom. she's a late one teething, but then now they are all in a rush. oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. she's not a baby anymore. more on this, soon, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three writing deadlines before feb.5. two by friday. i can do it, i can do it! we leave for hawaii for a week, in a week. yay, maui!</content>
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    <title>well, perhaps in the manana...</title>
    <published>2008-01-09T08:04:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-09T08:04:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is a public service announcement. posting does not happen in good ways this late at night. i repeat...posting...blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am burnt. so i hope that in the morning, i will be refreshed, and my tiny dynamo will play nicely for oh, a half hour or so while i am able to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my intention is to write, somehow, daily. the implementation, however is...sketchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will. get. better...at the juggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a good note? i learned to knit today! need to know for the class i'm teaching on saturday. ha! i can't cast on or off yet, but i can knit like a fool. i'm teaching crocheted edges, and i wanted one of the sample blocks to be knitted, one crocheted. now, hopefully, i can speak to working on a knit edge, a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, say g'night, gracie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"G'night, Gracie!"</content>
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