Not Crazy. I Am Not Crazy.
First let me assure you that I’m not actually crazy. Is denial the first phase?
1. Am entertaining the idea of going underground again. My writing has gotten stale since the whole “using my real name” thing happened.
2. Do the rest of my points matter now that I’ve said that? What do I do with this place? Yes as I sit here, thinking aloud to the keys, I do have to keep this site open because it is the gateway drug to news about the baby who is giant and is technically no longer a baby, but who I will continue to call a baby until I damn well please.
3. Okay since I brought up The Crazy, here it is: I mentioned the whole Elastic Waist thing last week. Since then I’ve been savoring “Anne’s” posts, reading them one by one, loving most of them in that way that I felt when I saw “The Business of Being Born,” because these tangible things, words (from jenfoo) and a movie (tbobb), made concrete the feelings that I’ve had and have never been able to either fully form or fully communicate. It’s a soothing release to be able to label your feelings with the appropriate emotions and file them away.
Sometimes, though, I’m afraid of labels. Like when jonah learns his colors. He could learn the word purple to describe something that is purple in color, but that has the potential to limit his thinking. Once he arrives at that word, purple, he could stop trying to think of other, possibly more appropriate labels. (Maybe now you can extrapolate what I’m talking about – colors, simple – to something more complex, like, say feelings.) Should we label our feelings? Does that limit our emotions? Or does being able to concisely describe our experience help us to file it away and move forward?
Apologies, back to not being crazy.
I’ve been reading a few entries every day, like the way I eat a couple of squares of nice chocolate every day. The bar stays tucked inside my desk drawer and I slip it out at afternoon tea time, break off a couple of squares, and slide it back in the drawer, where the rules are that the bar should not reappear until the following day’s tea time. But then I ran out of chocolate. And now all I have in my desk drawer are paper clips, pens, post-its and staples. Actual work things. No chocolate. Similarly, I sat down at my home computer last night, excited to unwrap new entries from Anne/jenfoo, when BAM… Page Load Error.
I have run out of chocolate.
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FYI cora’s has free wifi. And delicious food.
On the con side of that list, the service this weekend was not what we’re used to. I appreciate the instant delivery of the kids fruitcup and have come to expect it. This time we had to ORDER it. By the time the meal arrived, my son had lost interest in sitting at the table and I had to ask for the food to be packed up.
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