Syria near end game?

July 27, 2012

Syria near end game?.


Sophia and I were coming back from a trip to New Hampshire. We got a ride up but took a bus back. Sophia was busy both listening to music and reading her book as I was on the phone with Susan. I called her to let her know we were running late. I had no cell reception where I was–which was nice except for the fact that I need reception to know the time as well–so I couldn’t call until I was on the road. She was panicked because I called before and didn’t get through because she was on the other line and didn’t know why I called. She went on and on as usual; Sophia was too focused on her book and music to care. As I was saying good-bye (or trying to), Susan says to tell Sophia I love her; I say sure and finally hang up.

As I’m off the phone, exhausted from the conversation as usual, I tap Sophia on the shoulder to get her attention. She lifts up the headphones.

Me: Mommy says that she loves you.
Sophia (beat; droll): …yay.

I cracked up first, but Sophia laughed along. Then she put her headphones back on to read.

“Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how can we turn it into good? So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.” –Leigh Hunt.

p.s. Remember the Batman story is about creating a new life out of one’s tragedy. 

Only good point is there was a brief sitting of parliament before adjournment. It’s still a standoff IMHO.

Irrational Fear

July 5, 2012

I shouldn’t be afraid to write. I should be fearlessly creative, uncensoring, speaking truth as I see it. Yet when I see a blank page or look over sentences I’ve written down, I want to run to the safety of Angry Birds or some other pacifier where writing isn’t involved. It’s a horrible way to live as a writer and it’s my life as of late. I wish I could get back to that 8 year old typing up mock Star Wars scripts on an old cast iron typewriter. I had a lot more guts then.

The Good Stuff

July 2, 2012

My first Saturday with Sophia going to the pool this summer turned into a family outing when Susan and her son, James, tagged along. Had no problem with it and could always use a ride, just made for a weird day. James was talking about traveling up to Montreal again to see some friends. This set up Susan.

Susan: He’s always going somewhere. Traveling.
James: I want to go back to Jamaica. That was great.
Susan (Groaning): Yeah Great. He goes all the way down to Jamaica and doesn’t even think to bring me back some of the good stuff, you know what I mean?
Sophia: Jerk Chicken??

Yeah, that’s what I think of when I think of Jamaica…