Miscellania

Karen was talking about finding joy in the Lord in the midst of suffering this evening and I started thinking about how angry I was about having ordered an mp3 player that didn't work, and a manufacturer that wasn't willing to replace it. Sort of puts things into perspective.

Isaac turned seven months last week and I didn't even realize it until late this morning. A fixed milestone came and went this month and I missed it. I realize as I type this right now that Parker's three year birthday is coming in just two months, and that the likelihood that it will come and go with only last minute fanfare is quite good. At least I have the opportunity now to do something about it before it does. But will I remember this tomorrow, after several hours sleep and a yearning to read three pages of William Faulkner without interruption? I surely hope so, but again, the likliehood is slim.

Parker will be three next month. That's right. Three. I am thirty-two years old and I have two children. Two! It truly is amazing. Dr. O'Dair once said that everyone winds up thinking they're a fraud at one time or another. "I shouldn't be allowed to teach this class, or present this paper, or attend this conference. If I do someone will realize I have no idea what I am doing." Sometimes I feel that way about motherhood as well. And writing. And music. Whatever.

As I drove to my friend's house this evening I realized there were no children in the car. I didn't have to listen to Charlie Bird "Count' to the Beat," as good as that particular CD is, and so I listened to cheesie Christian ska instead. Michael would have hated it, except perhaps for the fact that they play brass instruments; but it was fun. Five Iron Frenzy, live. The OC Supertones are my ska band of choice, but my friend Jesse didn't give me one of their CDs six or seven years ago.