2003-08-26 - 1:51 p.m. -



the boy started kindergarten this morning. hard to believe that time has passed so quickly, that the little bologna loaf in the bassinet is now in kindergarten. but i think all parents go through this. i think we all have that moment of, �oh my God, where has the time gone?�

having children gives you a visible benchmark of time�s passing. you can see the changes much more than the passing of the seasons, because the seasons all begin to look the same after awhile, but your child is different every day.

i have no great revelations on the subject. there is nothing i can say that has not been said (& most of the time, better) by others. just kind of musing with no direction today. don�t mind me, i�ll be over in the corner.

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busy but quiet day today. (does that make any sense?) lots to do but nothing exciting or interesting. cleaning the same helmet i�ve been working on for a week. paperwork & too many faxes to deal with. for the most part it is mindless stuff. get the feeling that the day is just meant to be quiet & unexciting today. (not that it is a bad thing).

reminding myself that the saying, �May you live in interesting times�, is meant as a curse.

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night out tonight & i have no idea what i�m going to do with myself. thinking of just taking a long drive somewhere & listening to some music. relaxing & just spending some time not thinking about anything except the road. if the drive to chicago did nothing else it gave me that time. (it also gave me leg cramps & a sore shoulder, but that is a different story.)

having said all that i will most likely end up hanging out at the hut drinking coffee & writing. but who knows what the rest of the day might bring. last time i had a night like this i ended up painting a friend�s room red. see what happens.

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not much else to say today. my mind is refusing to get beyond second gear today, so i think i�ll call it an entry & stop here.

hope you all have a good night.
more tomorrow.

be well.

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You could be folding your laundry
Twelve hundred miles from the place you were born
You could look up into the sweet and forgiving autumn sunlight
And you realize all at once
you have carried your scars this far
Because you love them

The world touches you that way and it
Hurts so much that you just smile and you
lay down, you lay down
Without a fight

-Peter Mulvey

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