This week

[marydell]

There are dudes in the basement building out Mike's office & tool/hobby room, so nearly everything that was living in the space that constituted Mike's demesne before is now in the front of the basement, which is my and Charlie's demesne.  This means I have a little corner of dressing room, very little access to the library/study part of things, and Charlie can't play down there at all because of discombobulation and random shards of metal and building materials.

Saturday, my parents are coming to visit--Mike is driving down to Indiana to get them and bring them up, and will reverse the procedure on Monday--and on Sunday we are baptizing Charlie and having a very wee party to celebrate. I don't believe I've been to the church where we're baptizing him and it'll be Charlie's first time in any church (Mike is Catholic; I am a sort of 1850s American Transcendentalist).  Also his first time wearing a tie, that is assuming he consents to wear it.

Startlingly, I have not lost my mind yet.

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[rikibeth.livejournal.com]

I am a sort of 1850s American Transcendentalist

At least you do a better job of making sure your child is clothed and fed than Bronson Fucking Alcott did! Emerson may have been a great man, but Alcott's shenanigans soured me on the whole thing, quite young, when I read a biography of Louisa.

[marydell.livejournal.com]

LOL, yes, I'm not living a transcendentalist lifestyle, with transcending the desire for shoes and food and so forth. I adore Whitman, and Emerson's Self-Reliance was formative for me. I'm also fond of Circles and The Over-Soul. But I can take or leave Thoreau, and I have not read more than a half-page of any Alcott.