typing in my sleep

Received an email from the kids' pediatrician's office today, about dealing with tragedy. It was lengthy and thoughtful and included an extended meditation on "a beautiful Jewish tradition to thank God for the 'little miracles that happen each day'."

God or no god, I tend to think this is a worthwhile practice. It is the underlying rationale behind this blog - if I can record the shiny bits, at least some of them, then I know i am pausing to see the world, tiny bit by tiny bit.

So this blog becomes both a study in gratitude and a kind of awareness meditation. 

Starting Carry the One by Carol Anshaw or Nalo Hopkinson's The New Moon's Arms, or Alix Kates Shulman's Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen or Women and Ghosts, about ... haunted women! -- by Alison Lurie ( a short story collection.)

Ordered the power cord from A-zon. Got some riffing on a major character done, hoping it will help me push on in the revision.

 Used last week's brisket bolognese to serve as the base of a brand new relationship. 
[*ed note: this is an example of "hallucinatory writing," reference below. Sentence should read "base of a new version of veggie-might sauce," but I instead deliriously kept typing other things. The night this was written, I actually thought I had edited my ramblings into the correct sentence.]

The Nerves doing "One Way or Another"

Random thing:
I got four hours of sleep last night and I am so tired I am typing hallucinatory messages to myself as I drift off the sleep, sitting up. Dream selves are typing things I could never comprehend.

This veggie pasta is so good, witches, I will take you as my brides, and then we will go over Niagara Falls in a barrel. It will be the beginning of a brand new relationship.