There's been a flurry of springtime labor on the southwestern slopes of the Irondequoit Bay, and instead of blogging I've been engaged with varying degrees of interest in:
roasting coffee
the French revolution
floor hockey
the NFL draft
Wolfram Alpha
the Arabian Nights
four homilies on the Annunciation
the Julio-Claudian dynasty
-mi verbs
piccolo trumpet
the music of James Bond
fondue
potty training
cleaning the brush out of the back hedge
end of year concert prep
the Hindemith Sonata
Houghton juries
Rationalism in Politics
cleaning the toilets
installing child locks
teaching Owen to sit up
arranging child care
Celtic Folk and Fairy Tales
sorting two filing cabinets of trumpet music
Redwings tickets
I hope that, taken as a totality, the preceding list might at least partly excuse my lapse in recording my particular insights in the world I live in, the complex roles I attempt to fill, the steady progress of an unfolding path through adulthood, and all of the funny things that James says and does.
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