Child Abandonment

. . . that's what I ouggta take my kids to court over. Pinhead's moving to Boston and Bighead's going back to Portland on Tuesday. DOES ANYBODY EVER CONSIDER THE MOM? Yeah I know; they're grownups.

Speaking of kids, I saw my ex roomie Sam yesterday. She's visiting with the man in her life (son Jonathan), and it was great to see her and great to meet him. He is adorable and full of personality, just the kind of kid I like. Sam's doing a great job.

I go back to work Tuesday. Everything's a first for me these days, and this is no exception: first semester back to teaching since dad died. I often tell stories about my family in my memoir class, but this semester I'll likely have to avoid that: too soon, too much.

Well, that's it for now,
MNYAGG

Hi Honey I'm Home

Yeah, I'm back. I just can't stay away from the blogosphere for very long. Today I'll just test the waters, if you don't mind. I don't feel particularly witty or insightful. Oh wait, maybe I'm never witty or insightful. I've done a lot of thinking in the last several weeks, and that's probably a good thing. A lot of telephone time with G listening patiently has also helped. So here goes:

Things I have learned in the last few weeks:
-- People will disappoint you and no matter what their motivations, no matter what the intricacies of the situation, disappointment still has the same nasty taste, like hairballs rolled in chalk (Have I tasted either? No, I'm making a metaphor here).
-- When people disappoint you, you can make a small doll that resembles them and steal a lock of hair and . . . No I didn't do that, but I hear you can.
-- Stewing, dwelling, and fretting are great and all, but plotting revenge is better. Yes, that's a joke.
-- There's a guy who lives on Genesee Street in Utica who mows his lawn wearing red shorts and a green shirt.

That last one is the real reason for this post. I kid you not. I saw it. It's not like he was going for a Christmas look (I can tell these things), but that's the way it turned out. Perfect Christmas colors, not lime and maroon, no, the real deal.

Well, I'm spent. If I keep writing I'll start some sort of festering complaint, and nobody wants that. Besides, I have to work on my memoir, since I told my creative writing class I'd be writing every day just like them.

Happy Monday