We met with the adoption attorney and now have our assignment, put together a 7 page book that portrays every mother to be’s fantasy of where her child will wind up. Hmmm, gives me pause just how to put that together. Would the mother want a slice of the wild side or would she prefer to think that her child will grow up in a staid, uneventful household? Christmas trees and Santa Claus? Moi? T?…
I’ve been getting up at the crack of dawn for the last three days and in doing so have lost touch with my reality. While I have spent most of my life trying to find a routine, I’ve spent equal parts of my life disrupting anything remotely routine. And it’s probably in routine that I feel the most comfortable and yet out of it that I have the most vivid memories. Yesterday, we walked to…
Running around the city of New York – we went to an exhibit at the Armory on 66th and Park, Neto – a Brazilian installation artist – very fun, we lay in a pool of plastic bubbles. Then we went to a tapas bar and had cocktails and watched New York pass us by as we dissolved into girl talk – men this, babies that, clothes this. Last night I had a dream that it…
It’s hard to hit the road when you have pets. We had someone staying with our animals and house and got worried that the dogs weren’t getting as much human time as they needed. Agh. New York is nice and overwhelming as usual. We arrived to the cacophony of sounds and sights and have been slicing and dicing our way through a myriad of things. Adoption attorney – check. Into the sunset – good exhibit…
I was reading about others bloggers, about how there are all these millions out there and a lot of bloggers end up just giving up the ghost. Some say they had aspirations of their writing becoming a book deal. Some ran into interpersonal complications from friends or acquaintances and even lovers who thought the blogging was about them. Others just ran out of things to say. I’ve had about two moments in the last five…
We’ve dubbed Wolfie a sniffaholic because she has to inspect every blade of grass and every whiff of DNA. She also loves to lick my big toe that just lost its nail from a Mardi Gras injury (read: high heels all day long), but I digress. I’ve dubbed myself a pleaseaholic. Recently, I had appointments with two people and both of them changed the time on me, but when I had a legit reason to…
All this hullabaloo over Barack and Michelle’s date night. Well, I just have this to add, I love date night when my girlfriend takes me out. Maybe what Barack ought to think about on his next date night is how good it feels to be with the one you love and instead of letting Cheney crow on about how same sex marriage should be state’s rights, he might consider a federal law that finally dictates…
I’ve been very curious about adoption stories: ever since we were in contract with a black woman to adopt a black child, we began reading a lot about transracial adoption. Adoption also happens to come up a lot in my conversations these days – go figure. This morning walking along the Lafitte Corridor, I was speaking to a woman I just met about adoption and she said she was adopted. I said what was the…
I was supposed to get up this morning and go to yoga in the Sculpture Garden at 8AM then drive over to meet up with the Lafitte Corridor people at 10AM in front of Louis Armstrong Park. or I was supposed to get up this morning, ride my bike to NOAC for spin class at 9AM and then go meet the Lafitte Corridor group at 10AM. instead I woke up, had tea, read about a…
We are on our way to the east coast and going to have a look-see at the end of Into the West, as well as an appointment with an adoption attorney who we are setting our new hopes on, a birthday celebration with a friend nearing 50, not to mention business with lots of early to bed and early to rise. After that, it’s home sweet home for a while. We hope. We’re importing Croatia…