Tuesday, March 25, 2008

while baby jake sleeps

as i write this, baby jake is down for his first nap of the day. he arrived bright and early, button-brown eyes wide with recognition he wasn't in his version of kansas. he fussed a bit about his bottle but sat agreeably in his baby seat, and threw a few toys around before he started rubbing his eyes. he's in his port-a-crib now, his noise machine alternately whooshing and chirping. he has the washer and dryer keeping him company too.

when he wakes up, im taking him to see my grandmother. debby sent the chapter back -im printing it out as soon as i splice it all together. we're over 7,000 words. i have some chores to do, dinner to start, boxes to unpack. chapter seven is unspooling itself across the screen two and three sentences at a time. i'm sore today, and the shoes i wore on the treadmill didn't fit my left foot properly. when Beloved asked me what i wanted for my birthday this morning, i told him proper walking shoes - or at least a gift card to dick's so i can go find my own. instead of the treadmill, i have a set of yoga cards i haven't shuffled in a while.

so far the nicest part of being so productive is wanting to be.

and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.

1 comment:

Stacie said...

it's so good to hear you sounding like yourself once again! at least the self i have come to know it the last 4 months.