It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love.
PocoBrat
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Wednesday, April 24, 2024
my beautiful baby
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
puppy condo rules
Although I don't spend much time in there, our puppy "condo" is one of my favorite spaces. Max and Huckie dislike being in there by themselves (and Scout would complain SO MUCH), but it's nice for them to have a room in case a guest is uncomfortable around dogs, or they're wet, or got into something stinky.
I like the puppy-centric art and the family pictures and all that--but my favorite part is the old mat that says "Wipe Your Paws." And I like that it faces outwards as if reminding those of us visiting to be respectful of the puppies' high standards for cleanliness.
Pic: Max and Huckie pouting in their condo.
Monday, April 22, 2024
etude
Sunday, April 21, 2024
the other one
I keep feeling like I'm missing something. Part of it is the usual anxiety of final grading and checking my sums a million times as I'm bad at numbers.
But it's also a season of sadness and grief. I don't know how we've made it a whole year without Scout, whose anniversary is on Wednesday...
The cherry tree blossomed and reminds me of organizing the family to take a picture every year. Last year's picture makes me sob.
Last fall, a storm took out the pink cherry blossom tree, so it's like a note from the universe that things will never ever be the same again.
Pic: White cherry blossoms against the sky. I miss our pink cherry blossom tree and the mix of pink and white across the sky.
Saturday, April 20, 2024
busy for a Saturday
Nu was hosting six people for a sleepover and was way too busy for the littlest sibs. Amusingly brusque, as a matter of fact. It was a little glimpse of Nu as a host or perhaps a parent.
At was in Chicago for the Labor Notes panels. From the pic shared on family chat, I thought At was wearing a retro pantsuit--no, she was rocking a retro skirt-suit.
Big A was off to his 36-miler Barry Roubaix after a muffin-centric breakfast of champions.
And I was off to commencement--probably the happiest day in the academic calendar. I always clap for each of our ≈400 graduates, whether I know them or not. And then after the ceremony, we form a gauntlet for the graduates and it's just such a thrill and such a treat to see so many familiar faces from over the last four (or five) years and celebrate their big step up... and get goodbye hugs from some of them.
Pic: In my robes for commencement. It always feels like I'm cosplaying as a medieval English cleric. Nicole had suggested angling up for full-length selfies. I guess this is an improvement from my previous selfie attempts as you can kind of see my plaid pants, but I need longer arms.
Friday, April 19, 2024
the kids are better than alright
Our own At is away in Chicago as an invited speaker at the Labor Notes conference. One panel is about "building a multigenerational movement for democratic unionism" and another is on "rebuilding the worker movement" by "salting" from the inside. At the Labor Notes conference, two anti-genocide protestors were arrested and then "de-arrested" after other protestors stood around the police vehicle and chanted for over two hours.
Pic: In the meantime, I attended (boo!) a fairly corporate event, but it was necessary and they were earnest and made me this personalized charcuterie board. (I don't eat salami (if that's what it is), but everything else was delicious.)
Thursday, April 18, 2024
what we are built for
and my parents younger
and they lived here
six months of the year
the only time I'd get mad at my dad
(my mom and I squabbled
every other week
or so)
was when he'd look at my husband getting
ready for a training run
and declare he wasn't
"built for running."
my dad... my corporate bigwig dad
had two secretaries once, but now
of the fan club our sweetly narcissistic
toddler so desired...
that dad
was telling me my husband--who
was spending hours running
every day--was unsuited
to running
But dad. I'd say--he's run marathons
what do you mean he isn't
built for running? And on
and on we'd go.
my dad had had polio when he was five
his withered left leg still hurts, his
uneven legs (like these lines)
but that dad didn't care how his body was built, he
my beautiful baby
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