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so i've always kept a diary, a journal, a transcription of sorts-- and there's always this point where you feel this need to "catch up" even when you're six or thirteen and writing what you've had for lunch or what judy blume book you'd read. it's all the same, really--and it seems like we've been doing so much coming and going and moving and not really much time to sit down and scribble. and i've been writing, mostly in my head, really, everything from how much i love fritattas, and making them for michael (there's a yellow sticky in my joy of cooking right above the variation on asparagus frittatas that says "i like a whole lotta frittata" and i think i'll never take it out) and how the entire world of words opened up for owen (he's reading, no really, i mean reading-- today in trader joe's "mommy does that say 'fresh eggs'" and holding up one of the new seuss library books i bought "and is this book called fifty trees?" and it quite simply astounds me) and how san francisco is much more an international city than london (we spent sunday at the wharf with nana and papa and i heard more french and italian spoken then 'american') and how the pigeon dove that has nested outside my bedroom window has had two baby birds and at three in the morning i woke up and watched her feed them from her mouth and there was my baby bird who had just crawled into my bed fifteen minutes earlier (and it made michael's empty side of the bed bearable) and really how freaked out i am about the new adventures, so to speak, but excited too (nightmares about preschool bullies and commuting to riverside five days a week and finding that someone broke into our storage cubicle and stole all of my old dusty teaching files). . . but i guess that's the rule, you just sit down and write. whether it's a diary entry or a disseratation and how there's nothing like the tappity tap of keys--even if it's just to say everything you haven't written, or to skip that and start from right now: where there's a fantastic breeze coming through my corner of the office at midnight and tomorrow we do a "practice preschool day" and i picked up 154 prints of our pictures from pairs and bought a crate of paper so gorgeous i want to paste it on my walls and so no, dear heidi we haven't abandoned post--but thank you for the reminder. the beach, as you can see was gorgeous, but seeing owen dance around the sand with his cousins, and haivng inlaws that i love, really love, was, you know, priceless ;)