Another rainy day
Keeneye has chosen Liam. Liam gets up to get some juice, and Keeneye drops everything and trots after him. Liam sleeps on the couch, and Keeneye sleeps on his chest. Liam walks and the cat walks between his legs, oblivious to the peril. Liam writes a letter and Keeneye's chewing on the end of his pencil. "He thinks you're his Mommy," I say. "His Daddy," Liam corrects, then reminds me, "Boy seahorses can make babies, you know." I didn't know, actually.
Maisie, meanwhile, is in week two of an acting camp down with her Dad. They're putting on some musical rendition of The Little Prince. Maisie is the Little Prince--a function, no doubt, of the fact that her Dad's well-known down there. But fine. Good for her. Liam and I will drive down tomorrow to see her performance, then kiss her goodbye and leave again; she's not due to come home for another week (and then leaves for the second three weeks five days later.) She'll cry when we leave. Liam will sob. I wouldn't go except that she's begged me to. But I hate summer. I count the days--actually cross them out on a calendar, one by one. Can't wait for school to begin.
My credit card company and my student loan company have sent me notices in the last few weeks that their secure files of customer SS#s and associated ID have been compromised. A few years ago, it was a former employer that sent the notice--though they were nice enough to pay for me to keep tabs with the credit bureaus for a year. No such niceness from the credit card company or the student loan company. Which makes my paltry little attempts here to put the horse back in the barn a bit amusing. (Rose, even if the archives are hidden, they still pop up in Google search. So I think you either remove them or live with it.)
The painting is by Munch, by the way. Who knew a Norwegian could do peaceful? No doubt she's privately tortured. "Inger en la playa," it's called. Our little secret.
posted by I n g e r @ Wednesday, June 28, 2006
7 Comments:
Actually, Google caches a lot of what's on the net at any particular time. Silicon is cheap. If you do a search, sometimes you'll see a reference to a cached file.
And remember Iran-Contra, when "erased" emails turned out not to be?
Forgetting is useful. I read recently about a woman who forgets nothing. What she had for lunch on a given day five years ago, and so on. Too much clutter for me. There's a reason for childhood amnesia, I'm certain.
Of course, if everyone's life is an open book, perhaps we'll all have to be more forgiving. (Yeah, I smoked a joint or two in college. I even inhaled. Fugeddabadit.)
I can't imagine seeing her and then leaving again...that would be so hard!
My wife and I are both included in the VA loss...worrying and watching; not much else to do!
Rather ironic, today is Antoine de Saint-Exupery's birthday according to the Writer's Almanac. A dear (online) friend in Argentina, a teacher, pointed out to me a few years ago that it isn't really a children's book entirely, so at 40 something I went and checked it out and re-read it; she was right!
:o)
alan
My kids are taking a nice vacation with my parents but every day on the phone they tell us how much they miss us. They are counting the days left and are begging my parents to ask the owner of the hotel if they can leave earlier.
I am a bit sorry that I'll never have the chance to read your archives.
I can't imagine being separated for so long! Even a sleepover at Grandma's is enough for me to miss the incessant chatter and presence of one of mine. It's rotten that the separation casts a gloom on what should be a happy season...
Does Liam enjoy the one on one time? Or does he too miss Maisie?
Enjoy the show - I'm sure it will be hard to leave, but your being there will mean alot to your daughter!
4 is going to a drama camp this summer too. They are producing Narnia (in 2 weeks). 4 is convinced she is the perfect choice for the ice queen...meanwhile we are practicing being scary/unique creatures at home to somewhat prepare her for the reality that will likely be!
hi inger...
when my kids were little, separation was nearly impossible for us. quinn started out going to the 1-week sessions at camp winnarainbow, at 10 yrs. of age. she went to a 2-week sessions last summer for the 1st time. we all miss each other, but let me just say that when your child is peaking on puberty, the separation is often quite healthy, for all concerned.
but oh! when they were little ones, a whole different story.
enjoy maisie's play. i still have my childhood copy of the little prince, and have vivd memories of reading it by flashlight, when i was supposed to be sleeping!
I love when Kiran goes for a night. It means Gill and I have some quiet time alone. I am going to a friends cabin next weekend, no kids invited, by Sunday, I will be missing her sooooo much. I cannot imagine her going for a few weeks without seeing her.
Enjoy the show tomorrow. The next few weeks will fly by.
Love ya,
Mary
Just like a guy. I responded to the Google part and ignored the separation-from-child issue.
The separation thing can be wrenching for parent and child, but it's an essential part of growing up. Kids grow up. Parents have to let go.
I tear up when I think that my 14-year-old might graduate and go away to school somewhere three years from now. I miss my 13-year-old who is always at sleepovers and parties (she's the social butterfly).
Though they may come sooner or later, these are Necessary Losses.
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