On laziness
Dec. 12th, 2004 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dampscribblerYes, I am busy, the babe and the house make sure of that, but I'm also sloppy, or what might be called lazy. I have a thought, make an observation, and rather than taking the effort required to record it in my preferred medium -- the written word, -- I think "oh, I wish I could keep this," and then I feel a little sad, and then I get on to the next requirement of my day.
So, here is an attempt, a moment of practice let's say, to use language to tell something beautiful. Because I just went upstairs to check on Eric and Maggie. They had gone up to change her diaper, and then I didn't see them come back down. I walked into our room, and Eric was laying on his belly on the bed, looking into Maggie's co-sleeper, which is attached to the bed. He had been trying to comfort Maggie to sleep. I peeked over him and saw her head turned toward him, eyes closed. He had succeded! She was asleep! Then I walked around to get a better look. Eric's hand was holding Maggie's tiny hand, and his eyes were closed too. And my heart filled up with giggles and the sounds of bells singing.
So, here is an attempt, a moment of practice let's say, to use language to tell something beautiful. Because I just went upstairs to check on Eric and Maggie. They had gone up to change her diaper, and then I didn't see them come back down. I walked into our room, and Eric was laying on his belly on the bed, looking into Maggie's co-sleeper, which is attached to the bed. He had been trying to comfort Maggie to sleep. I peeked over him and saw her head turned toward him, eyes closed. He had succeded! She was asleep! Then I walked around to get a better look. Eric's hand was holding Maggie's tiny hand, and his eyes were closed too. And my heart filled up with giggles and the sounds of bells singing.
