Micropost

I think perhaps way back when I started this blog I meant for it to be more terse and um, lyrical? Less pedestrian and angsty? But somewhere along the way I stopped writing in my pen and paper journal as frequently, and all the angst has transferred over here. I want to do a little better. Yesterday:

- Snuggling in bed with Jonah who was tired after waking too early. "I'm going to tell you a story," I said. Creation. God created light, and then water and trees, then (said Jonah) "cows and sheeps." And then, somewhere in there, He found time to make bubble wrap. And it was good.

- A visit to the barge in Red Hook, where Jonah dealt quite well with the fact that he was the only kid aboard, so the barge owner was not going to do a juggling show this time. Abe sat on an oriental rug on the old plank floor and bounced up and down while the waves gently rocked. The smells of old wood, fishiness, history. The owner rang every nautical bell he had for us: a dinner bell, a showboat bell, a trawler bell.

- Dinner with grownups! An old friend of Josh's and his lovely girlfriend, the nicest one he's had in a while, we hope she's a keeper. Good red wine (with no red wine headache), lots of belly laughs, pie for dessert. Before eating we had to go and put the kids to bed, but it didn't take more than 30 minutes (possibly even 20).

- I slept on the couch again (sleep training, phase II) and was awakened at 4 a.m. not by crying but by a loud argument outside on the street. I tried to watch without being seen - it was fascinating watching the two men nearly escalate to violence and then rein themselves in, get louder, then quiet themselves almost to stage whispers. I finally gave up on them and went to sleep in bed. No police tape outside today, so I guess they sobered up and moved on.