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The entire house is coated with a fine layer of kleenex dust.
I was supposed to have gone to two parties yesterday -- I was invited to a baby shower and the whole family was invited to a birthday party -- but we are all still sick, and so we stayed home.
Portland's first big literary festival, Wordstock, was this weekend, and I had hoped to spend some time there today. Again, too sick.
Combined with the isolation of being the mother of an infant, the isolation of being sick for the past 3 months is getting me down. Really down. My good friend Laura, who moved to a town 3 hours away from here a few months before Maggie was born, calls me and tells me about all the things she does. She even drove back into town for Wordstock. She does more in a week than I do in two months. I don't want her schedule, but it sure would be nice to do *something* again. Socialize. Volunteer. Whatever.
Eric suggested earlier I go take a nap. I told him I don't want to nap, which is true. I realize now, though, that I kinda would like to crawl in bed and cry for a while. I'll take that as a good sign. When I used to get sick a lot, in high school, I usually went into a wet sobby funk right before getting well. So, maybe health is on the way. After that, who knows? Maybe I'll have lunch with a friend I haven't seen in a while.
I was supposed to have gone to two parties yesterday -- I was invited to a baby shower and the whole family was invited to a birthday party -- but we are all still sick, and so we stayed home.
Portland's first big literary festival, Wordstock, was this weekend, and I had hoped to spend some time there today. Again, too sick.
Combined with the isolation of being the mother of an infant, the isolation of being sick for the past 3 months is getting me down. Really down. My good friend Laura, who moved to a town 3 hours away from here a few months before Maggie was born, calls me and tells me about all the things she does. She even drove back into town for Wordstock. She does more in a week than I do in two months. I don't want her schedule, but it sure would be nice to do *something* again. Socialize. Volunteer. Whatever.
Eric suggested earlier I go take a nap. I told him I don't want to nap, which is true. I realize now, though, that I kinda would like to crawl in bed and cry for a while. I'll take that as a good sign. When I used to get sick a lot, in high school, I usually went into a wet sobby funk right before getting well. So, maybe health is on the way. After that, who knows? Maybe I'll have lunch with a friend I haven't seen in a while.
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Date: 2005-04-25 03:07 pm (UTC)As soon as you're feeling better let's do something! Have you been to Old Wives Tales? It's a very baby friendly restaurant. Or Peanut Butter and Ellie's? I haven't tried that one.
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Date: 2005-04-25 07:34 pm (UTC)Hope you all are feeling better now!