Shiny new year

Shiny new timer.
Now I just need copper pots to match.

Free child labor

Little girl made dinner tonight,
all on her own;
fried eggs and toast.
I was so proud.
And it was delicious.
Later she confessed that my perfectly runny egg yolk
had fallen on the counter and broken
so she’d kindly smeared it on the toast for me.
But I say that’s a small price to pay
for my own private chef.

Sacred Rituals

Like comfort food and
talking about
All The Things
while the littles scribble madly and order
whatever the hell they want.

Joy

This oh this—

Please don’t snow

Oh please oh please oh please
NO FOR REAL.

Family Reunion

That song has a lot of bad words, doesn’t it?
Yes it does.
But who won the bowling game??
The Kunneckes did.
And then she sings: My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around…
I die. Quietly.
Why do Kunneckes get so distracted?
That, my dear, is a question for the ages.
And the little one pipes in:
I’ll miss you! I’ll MISS you!!!!!

Make it beautiful

Beautiful,
and epic fucking badass.

Oh day.

Today was a day of
freakouts.
Of pull-your-hair-out
first world problems.
Of banshees in my head
with their mean stories
and horrible predictions.
But it was also a day of
strong, kind, tough and tender friends.
So today, like always, I depended on the kindness
of the women.
And after good food (Biwa, naturally)
and good bedtime stories
I have declared that tomorrow
will be a good day.

The lights are back on!

Though reading
The Mists of Avalon by candlelight
did have a certain glamour.

Roast Chicken Triumph

At one point my girl
said,
Mommy! Are you actually–
having FUN cooking???
And there for just a brief moment,
as she peeled potatoes and told me her thoughts
and the rain came down
and we put lemons inside our happy chicken,
I might have been.
But don’t tell anyone.