Shanamadele’s Coffee Break
Pet Peeve #162A riddle
Today, I am wondering whether I will ever break out of the insecurities and the immaturity that hold me back. Will I ever feel right enough?
Why not start again?
If I were going to write on an ongoing basis here again, what would I say?
Back to work.
Scuttlebutt, thirdhand
I’m told I went to high school with Mo’nique. (She had two names back then.) Can’t say I actually recognize her from her photo in our yearbook.
I only know this because another high school friend revealed that Mo’nique used to bring her to tears on a regular basis in drama class, teasing her mercilessly for being… Fat.
Passed out on the bathroom floor
Butternut, up since 5 am, fell asleep on the bathroom floor while I was showering. I don’t have anywhere to be, and, except for my numbing butt, I feel little urgency to leave.
It’s kind of nice, actually. Quiet and warm, with Internet access (at least while this battery remains charged) and some pretty good reading material.
What do they say? People plan, G-d laughs. (it sounds better in Yiddish: Mensch lacht, G- tt lacht.)
How about now?
So, we cut my son’s hair for the first time about two weeks ago.
He went from this:
and this
to this
My beautiful, wild baby is now an ordinary little boy. Beautiful, but tamer. I expect quieter, more settled, more mature behavior. I’m shocked that he’s still three.
Nothing, of course, has really changed, except that he no longer has all the hair he’s ever had. But the haircut also marks a transition into his childhood of formal schooling, with its reading, ‘riting and ‘rithmatic, as well as expectations that his moral training begin.
I fear that he will be cut less slack for being incapable of understanding, empathizing. But he is still three, despite the haircut. The internal changes will not come as quickly and dramatically as the external ones.
