microposts
I’m so confused. Why would an 8yo ever have to say “We were bullying the Chinese people”? I think I know the answer — it’s just hard to accept that these ideas are in very close proximity to me and my family. I can be so naive sometimes.
My parenting pendulum sounds like this:
Too much. Not enough. Too much. Not enough.
I crave for goldilocks steady state. It feels like such a foolish thing to want.
Resisting the urge to go down the perimenopause research rabbit hole aka trap to some sort of wellness whatever that I need to do to stay young forever and ever. No thanks no thanks no thanks. (Permanently covering ears and going lalalalalalala.)
Started this one a long time ago. Wasn’t sure how to proceed. Looked at it today and added very little! Funny how that works.
Currently reading: The Atomic Bazaar by William Langewiesche 📚
(Three books in two weeks! All from the library! I’m very chuffed!)
Finished reading: Pilgrim’s Wilderness by Tom Kizzia 📚
So many themes, characters, stories within the story that I can’t quite figure out what to make of the book. Certainly took me to Alaska and illustrated small town dynamics very well!
Finished reading: The Adversary by Emmanuel Carrère 📚
Translated from French but still masterful — obviously well written. I can only imagine how the original reads. The subject disgusts me and yet I could not look away. Fantastic and disturbing.
There are times when life doesn’t hand you a complete PDF.
Why is this so funny to me?
From here – because I have to frankenstein 30 pdfs to one big one and why life, why.
The dahlias are still blooming. Maybe a month or so to go before they start to look daggy. It’s started though. Powdery mildew, blown centres, smaller flowers. Days are getting shorter. It’s time to start sweet peas and other hardy plants. I love this feeling of slowing down and starting again. 🌱