On the way home from school this afternoon, I got to give my 4-year-old some good news.  We all had been chatting about what an astronaut is and does and whether or not any of us could actually *be* an astronaut.  I, of course, said, Yes, you could be an astronaut.  What do you have to do to be an astronaut, she asks.  You study things like math and physics and engineering--"and astronomy!" my 8-year-old adds--to learn all the things you'll need to know for your work.

"Hmm," she says.  "Well, I'm going to be a mom."

"Hey, good news!" I tell her.  "If God calls you to be an astronaut, and he also calls you to be a mom, you get to do both!"

What would Barbie think of this use of her Magna-Doodle?

While driving home from the Post Office this afternoon, I glanced over at a jogger and watched while he ran right at a tree, ran a few steps up the tree, then did an aerial flip. That quick little not-quite-nonchalant look he gave to his immediate surroundings--and that tight Speedo workout shirt--made me want to roll down my window and shout at him,


But I was afraid he'd think I was making a pass at him, and his head already looked a bit big for his hat anyway. So I kept driving.

I am *so* distracted today!  But I finally pull myself away to make a nice turkey and cheese sandwich ... and it takes, like, ten minutes to break into the package of turkey. 


I'm trying to pull it apart, then abandon that effort in favor of scissors, to open the package yet preserve the "zip-shut freshness seal," but then the plastic is so hard to cut I pretty much mangle the package and have to put it in a quart-sized ziplock anyway.  This, my friends, illustrates the appeal of junk food.

So then, of course, since I'm so distracted, I take a photo with my snazzy phone, send it to my e-mail inbox, and upload it to my blog.  Phffth!  And play with the baby and talk to the guy about our roof in, around, and between all of that.  Upward and onward!

OK, so, this morning I finished the second of the two Edna St. Vincent Millay biographies I've been reading.  They were both excellent, and I'm looking forward to reading some of her poetry now that I know the poet.  At the same time, I'm looking for my next project.  There isn't any one book screaming at me from the shelves ... I mean, they're all *looking* at me with that *look* -- you know, that *LOOK* (I'm thinking of the line from "Fletch") ... and in the meantime I googled something I've been meaning to look up for quite awhile.

Plastic grocery bag recycling project, here I come!

First, the "yarn" ... er, I mean "plarn."

Then, the project.  Oh, where to begin?  Maybe here?  Or here?  Save me before I get lost in plastic grocery sacks!