Cerebral Venus Book Club
Folks are asking about the book club and how we will proceed discussing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on August 6th. This is how it will play out - I will put a post out there saying "hey, let's discuss" - the post will sit there for a few days as the only post and I won't post anything else for awhile. I am not doing any questions this time around since even questions can contain spoilers. The post will contain absolutely NO information about the book whatsoever. However, the comments for that post will be laden with spoilers and I will include appropriate warnings in that post. I ask that spoilers only be in the comments in THAT particular post regarding the book club - please don't comment on the book in any other post except the book club post. Sound kosher?? Anyone have any concerns?? Also, if you know of any other sites discussing the book - feel free to mention them here!
Me, Me, ME
Today was my first morning flying solo - X had an early morning meeting and was gone by 7am. It was as bad as expected since the kids woke up within 5 minutes of each other. Fortunately, the solution was simple. I cradled Anju in my right arm while she nursed and then carried Arun in my left. Things could be worse, right? So, it was a bit stressful, but I am ready to get back into our usual routine. X is up to his ears in work and I think it would be best for everyone involved if he can start leaving in the morning to work for awhile before coming back for lunch.
I am very tired of being holed up in the house like its the Alamo. We've gone on a few outings, but Anju and I usually stay in the car. I am trying to use this time at home to get things done so that once I am 100%, we can start running around again. God, I miss the park. I didn't realize how dependent I was on it. Not just for Arun, but for ME - I miss being outside. Anyway, yesterday in a flurry, I got caught up on my paperwork - I paid bills, submitted the paperwork to add Anjali to our insurance, addressed birth announcements, and wrote thank you cards. It was a relief to get that out of the way and now I can sit and just enjoy the kids.
Speaking of thank you cards - is it just me or are they becoming a lost art? Not to point fingers, but it seems to run rampant in the aged 25 and under crowd. You send a gift and never hear a WORD. Like, Hello?? Did you get my card carefully packed with a check? I hope so, because SOMEONE cashed it. I hope it was you. Hello? Anyone out there? One thing I will teach my kids is that you always, always send a thank you card. As a kid, I spent a good chunk of January sweating over writing thank you cards for Christmas gifts. I don't remember if my parents started me out on that, but by the time I was about 9, I was on my own and I felt a self-imposed heat to get them out. Why? Because it was the POLITE thing to do - my relatives took the time to pack me a gift and schlep it to the post office - the least I could do was ACKNOWLEDGE it, right? Good grief. I was only NINE years old and already knew that. What's wrong with people these days?
I think I may turn off the Internet this weekend. If the Harry Potter book gets spoiled for me, I may have to kill someone. And it might be difficult to breastfeed my kid from prison, eh?