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    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.

    A sketchbook held open by a clip displays black ink drawings of flowers, resting on a book with floral patterns.

    I feel emotionally exhausted from all the AI talk — it’s everywhere. I need it to stop. I don’t mean the actual technology just the noise that comes with it. My gosh!

    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.

    A digital painting of a cake topped with cherries is placed on a white stand, surrounded by two cups and a yellow napkin on a blue surface.

    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.

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