My co-worker Colleen Sexton is not only a model librarian, but an incredibly talented singer-songwriter. Tonight she and some other artists are doing a benefit for the American Liver Foundation at the legendary Passim coffeehouse (pause here for nostalgic sign from old Maureen, who remembers seeing (among many others) Maria Muldaur, Eric Anderson, and Chris Smithers. not all at once, at this venue).
I know it is a school night, but if you love music as well as livers, try to go!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I don't think I'll run the Marathon this year
I seriously considered it, but the amount of training time required would make big dents in my work schedule, because the long runs are Saturday morning, and it would take so much psychic and physical energy that I wouldn't have time for something else I'd rather do.
What is it? Well, I'd like to write a book.
Note I didn't say publish a book.
After all, I've got plenty of material.
To wit:
picking up the girls at afterschool care (not their Chinese afterschool care, but Holy Name)
Tired but hanging on to sanity caregiver: How old is your daughter? (Leilei)
Me: five.
Tired, barely sane lady: What grade is she in?
Me: kindergarten.
Her: oh . . . (like well, that kind of explains it)
Me: Why?
Her: Oh well, she just doesn't listen sometimes . . .
Me: She's only been in the country about a year and a half, she's still learning English . . . (trailing off apologetically, imagining what shenanigans the little one has been up to)
Her: Oh! You adopted??
Me: Yes.
Her: Are the girls sisters?
Me: YES.
I didn't add DUH.
As tired caregiver called the obligatory "They're so cute!" I staggered away, Leilei "surfing" the gym floor on her stomach behind me, while Libby walked decorously by my side.
Ok, here's the difference between parochial school afterschool care and Chinese school afterschool care:
At parochial school the children run around in frenzied "free play."
At Chinese school the children study Mandarin.
At parochial school I pay 15.00 an hour per child.
At Chinese school I pay, like, 25.00 a week. Plus they give all the kids free winter coats!
What is it? Well, I'd like to write a book.
Note I didn't say publish a book.
After all, I've got plenty of material.
To wit:
picking up the girls at afterschool care (not their Chinese afterschool care, but Holy Name)
Tired but hanging on to sanity caregiver: How old is your daughter? (Leilei)
Me: five.
Tired, barely sane lady: What grade is she in?
Me: kindergarten.
Her: oh . . . (like well, that kind of explains it)
Me: Why?
Her: Oh well, she just doesn't listen sometimes . . .
Me: She's only been in the country about a year and a half, she's still learning English . . . (trailing off apologetically, imagining what shenanigans the little one has been up to)
Her: Oh! You adopted??
Me: Yes.
Her: Are the girls sisters?
Me: YES.
I didn't add DUH.
As tired caregiver called the obligatory "They're so cute!" I staggered away, Leilei "surfing" the gym floor on her stomach behind me, while Libby walked decorously by my side.
Ok, here's the difference between parochial school afterschool care and Chinese school afterschool care:
At parochial school the children run around in frenzied "free play."
At Chinese school the children study Mandarin.
At parochial school I pay 15.00 an hour per child.
At Chinese school I pay, like, 25.00 a week. Plus they give all the kids free winter coats!
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Alive and 55: I'm back!
Today is my birthday, so I have decided to celebrate by renewing my Liver Lover blog!
I'm also thinking of an appropriate way to celebrate being 55 all year. Under consideration: running the Marathon again, this time in Leilei's honor. Writing my memoirs. Going to the Beijing Olympics.
hmmmm . . . maybe all three?
I'm also thinking of an appropriate way to celebrate being 55 all year. Under consideration: running the Marathon again, this time in Leilei's honor. Writing my memoirs. Going to the Beijing Olympics.
hmmmm . . . maybe all three?
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