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theatokosI'm barely cognizant of what is going on in British politics. What I do know is thanks to Facebook updates. How sad is that?
Come 5.30pm I am downright knackered. I've got a brief second wind, but I suspect I've got only 20 minutes left.
Bennett is growing so fast. New words every few hours. And the hitting. Oh my lord, the hitting. It's mostly just me. I'll take it. At least he's not hitting other kids.
B loves to tells stories. He loves to tell the one about when he and I were at our favorite cafe and the owner's baby A--- knocked over a glass of water. It goes like this: 'A---. Knock. Aga.' (That's how he says agua, water in Spanish) Points to the floor. He also tells me the story of how one day he and Adam and I were in the cemetery. I left and he cried and was sad and ran around with Adam. Every single time we go through the cemetery he tells it (which is at least once every day). That story looks like this: I'm pushing him down the hill in the pushchair. At the same place every time, he waves good bye in front of him. 'Mama'. He looks at me. He makes his sad sound and sign and points to the field on our right. 'Papa.' If it weren't so cute and such a fascinating developmental leap, I'd be driven mad by the repetition.
I keep forgetting to make vegetables for dinner. It's been very meat and carb heavy around here.
I'm reading way too many things at once. Mentally I feel like I have too many loose ends. They're all non-fiction items. I'm super close to finishing one book. When I do, I'm starting a novel.
Ok. I'm fading. I give myself 10 more minutes before I turn into mush.
Come 5.30pm I am downright knackered. I've got a brief second wind, but I suspect I've got only 20 minutes left.
Bennett is growing so fast. New words every few hours. And the hitting. Oh my lord, the hitting. It's mostly just me. I'll take it. At least he's not hitting other kids.
B loves to tells stories. He loves to tell the one about when he and I were at our favorite cafe and the owner's baby A--- knocked over a glass of water. It goes like this: 'A---. Knock. Aga.' (That's how he says agua, water in Spanish) Points to the floor. He also tells me the story of how one day he and Adam and I were in the cemetery. I left and he cried and was sad and ran around with Adam. Every single time we go through the cemetery he tells it (which is at least once every day). That story looks like this: I'm pushing him down the hill in the pushchair. At the same place every time, he waves good bye in front of him. 'Mama'. He looks at me. He makes his sad sound and sign and points to the field on our right. 'Papa.' If it weren't so cute and such a fascinating developmental leap, I'd be driven mad by the repetition.
I keep forgetting to make vegetables for dinner. It's been very meat and carb heavy around here.
I'm reading way too many things at once. Mentally I feel like I have too many loose ends. They're all non-fiction items. I'm super close to finishing one book. When I do, I'm starting a novel.
Ok. I'm fading. I give myself 10 more minutes before I turn into mush.
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Date: 2010-05-11 04:25 am (UTC)What's your favorite cafe? Is Sospan Fach still there? The King's Head?
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Date: 2010-05-11 07:05 am (UTC)Sosban Fach is still there. I haven't eaten at the King's Head yet. But I will! No, the best cafe opened in October: Town Hall Cafe. It's in one side of the old clock building. Hands down the best food deal in Lampeter. Great atmosphere too. And wifi!!