1:36 p.m.||||2004-03-18

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I have a refrain from "is that all there is", as sung by PJ Harvey rattling around in mymind

'Cause, if that's all there is, then let's keep dancing.

I heard a Cowboy Junkies song in Judging Amy the other night and started thinking back to when I liked that band and especially the song about the fire in the trailer park. Right now my whole life kind of feels like a trailer park fire.

so Harry calls me at work regularly, and that always cheers me up and I spent the morning reassuring him. I mean, I am NOT depressed, really, I just reached 36 without knowing yet what I want to be when I grow up. The challenge is that I am easily bored.

I will eventually need to grow into a position where I am responsible for more, am required to think, etc.

In other news, Josh is fond of his “pee-pis”. It kills me that this was a high priority word to learn and now I am going to have to figure out the “it’s ok to, but keep it on the down low” speech. I think he sees the light in getting rid of the diaper. Eh.

He rules, have I mentioned that lately – I really need to be more diligent about photos. Sometimes I find myself gazing at him in awe – just the miraculous purity that kids have, their skin, everything about ‘em is so well designed – and I wish I could videotape and photograph his whole life. Every minute is kind of a miracle. He’s such an interesting person, already. Definite. Him.

Maybe I’ll slog through Shutterfly in a sec and see if there’s anything I haven’t put up yet.