Daybook


Outside my window...

our darkened backyard, which is full of trucks and dirt, the setting for the boys' imaginations.


I am thinking...

about the writing process--why am I sometimes so prolific and sometimes so dry. Today I'm very tired, and so you're getting a prompted post. Oh, well.


I am thankful...

for my wild, sweet, chaotic, loving family.


I am creating...

this post, but I have a couple of poems swirling around, waiting for the right words to come into being.


I am reading...

well, about to start reading, a book about the history of American religion. It's going to be a wild ride, I suspect.


I am hoping...

for a bit of calm this week. I feel that we've been tearing around like crazy people lately.


I am looking forward to...

next week, when my delightful mother in law comes to stay with us for a couple of weeks. She's wonderful with the boys, and we always have a great time chatting.


I hope to be back tomorrow with a more fulsome post. I do have several simmering away. Cheers!

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Mrs. Bear said…
I am really enjoying reading your posts! :D
November 7, 2012 at 6:55 PM
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