Happy new year and more. I just went to log in to TypePad and not only did I need to re-enter my password, but the entire blogging software system has been updated in my absence. I'm lucky they will still have me. We did leave the time zone, and by that I mean the county, for a few days. The day after Christmas we drove down to Washington DC, really to see my 90-year-old grandmother, but also do some sightseeing. It was flat-out arctic. The reflecting pool had completely iced over. A full-day inside option was needed. We had done the American History Museum with the First Ladies' gowns the day prior. The Air & Space Museum didn't give me enough air and space. And an art museum? We live in New York people. The answer was clear. Other kids vacation at DisneyWorld. Ours go to the Newseum. We billed it as journalism history! The first amendment! Cotton candy! Or, rather, cafe desserts from Wolfgang Puck! So was I surprised when Zoe wasn't as ecstatic as I was to see the actual door the Watergate burglars taped open at the DNC headquarters? Hardly. But she could have faked it. I mean, we were in Washington.
I was lying in bed last night thinking about this blog (I actually do that, in spite of what the length between posts would indicate) and dredging up the minutiae to use for today. As we know, it's never hard. I am staring at a stack of paperwork so high it resembles an accordian for Zoe's American Girl doll. But then I thought, I am getting better at this. Yes, I've been to the Food Emporium three days in a row. For the same purpose. But overall, I have been on an upswing. Birthday presents have been purchased days, not hours in advance. I almost always seem to be able to find a writing utensil. And only once did I risk running out of gas on the highway because my tank light had been on for, um, awhile, before I refueled. I did so at Zoe's request. So as I glanced to my bedside at the open space where my moving boxes sat for the previous two plus years, an air of self-assuredness came over me. Until I thought, there is, of course, the big picture. Here on TPG I usually play it very small. The dishwasher detergent. Am I guilty of ignoring the larger aspects of my life as well? Do I have a master plan for myself and my family? Should we be learning other languages? Putting solar panels on our roof? Eh, I'll think about it later. I have to get the mail. It's been there since Friday.
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