It was a long and awful week. Once again, at the end of the day I think I've let something leak out of my mouth that was less than productive and maybe a little harmful. So now I sit here in my bathrobe, torturing myself by playing over some unfortunate possible consequences.
Thanks for all the advice on getting myself to sleep. I still awake up startled at 2:00 AM every single night but at least now there are scenarios that reset me back to a peaceful state.
So the niece and I have finally met; Jules was nice enough to force the introduction last weekend, complete with rocking chair and a sheet children song lyrics. Like all good things we started with Sam Cooke, moved on through contemporary musicals (no Sondheim!) with a layover in Wizard of Oz and a few spirituals and then onto "The Green Grass Grows All Around". We ended up with a rousing "99 Bottles of Beer". Taite Olivia dozed through the whole thing. Good sport, that one. Oly smells really nice.
My parents are... are...happy. Amazing. I thought they'd never be happy again and now they are all giggly. Giggly. Whodathought. Oly has divine timing. She's a Capricorn, so it figures.
Last weekend, before my visit with Jules and Taite Olivia, I had the opportunity to make risotto for my parents. In the midst of stirring and chopping I helped them with their grandparents book and got add my own more intriguing questions like: "What is your least favorite sound?" "What was your favorite food?" It was very James Lipton, but it was great fun. To my surprise, they candidly answered every thing I asked, including their favorite curse words. My Da has become an infinitely more agreeable character since he's had his new hearing aids.
More later, Sweet Ones. It's raining buckets so I want to get into bed, while I can still hear it falling on the oak tree outside.