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Responsibility /
Back in the fifth grade, close to a quarter-century ago, my class learned about the Responsibility of Parenthood by carting around egg babies for a couple of weeks.
The numbers declined slowly but steadily. Eggs were dropped, or sat upon, or mislaid. There were some particularly dramatic losses on the playground, and a few (failed) attempts to fool the teacher with unsanctioned replacements.
In short, a bunch of ten-year-old kids did pretty much what you'd expect them to do.
Well, most of them.
I'd been wondering, recently, how accurate my memory was of that time; if I'd actually taken the exercise as super, super seriously as I remembered. Had I really hand-sewn outfits? And converted an old toolbox into a plush, fully decorated mobile nursery? And started up a mini cloth diaper laundry operation at my desk?
Egg babies in their vintage duds. (click on image to enlarge)
Then I found these--still dusted with baby powder--and doubted no more.
(As an aside, it turns out that a foolproof parenting strategy for getting your kids safely into adulthood is to tuck them away, untouched, in a dark attic for 20+ years.)
In Sum /
When I was eight years old, my family lived in rural Italy for a year.
An entire YEAR.
My mom's journal must've been over 1,000 pages by the end.
According to mine, though, only three things happened.
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A Few Words /
I have returned from a week in Northern California. There were innumerable noteworthy moments. But the extent of my journal entries?
"monkey ball dream speech"
"cluster shatter"
"California has so many kinds of containers!"
I'd blame the fact that I was sick as a dog the whole time, but clearly there is a precedent for such negligent behavior:
(That upside down teardrop was a nice touch, if I do say so myself.)
And so. /
As Obama so rightly pointed out last night: this has been a tough week. But one in which I have never been more proud to be a part of the Greater Boston community. A thousand thank-yous to every individual, near and far, who played a role in helping us all to sleep a little easier. I look forward to the privilege of again drawing silly things about inconsequential moments in a comfortable existence. In the meantime:
strongly considering handing over the reins of my love life to the BPD, which is clearly waaaay better at finding a man than I'll ever be. — League of LostCauses (@TheLeagueOfLC) April 20, 2013
A Midweek Retrospective /
On this Thursday, a look back to the planning stages of that time I dressed up as a can of cat food for Halloween. (The charmingly naïve question at the bottom was courtesy of my 4th grade teacher, the decidedly not charming Ms. Jackson, who would've easily known the answer by the end of the year.)
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Causality /
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