i believe

that we can lie and say that our 4 year old is 3.
that people will believe us.
and that we can change bedtime to 11pm
whenever we damn well please
—–
thanks to marit, we got to go hear this guy
bring down the house, and then build it back
up again.
after the show, we were stuck in a glut of [...]

proceed to the left

so, the scan was clear, as it should be.
actually, it wasn’t that clear.
there were two “hot spots”
where leanne’s clean breasts
should’ve been.
—–
we finished with our home study the other day.
she asked us in separate interviews about mental illness,
therapy we’ve received, drug use.
let me just say that my interview took about twice as long as leanne’s.
though i [...]

drip drop

i can’t say that i can hear it yet.
instead, all i can hear is the machine,
the rev and the release.
and again.
i hear it from downstairs when i’m working
or i hear it from the bed, leanne sitting
on the floor of our room, hooked up
to the double pump.
it is a tiny appliance in the night,
or the commerce [...]

we adopted…

this guy.
i know, i know, not what you were expecting.
but for me, it just seemed simpler.
kevin, our friend and fellow cancer cyclist
and vet surgeon (appearing soon on er vet)
called.  he had a good one, he said.
i went.
i came home with artie.
liddy named him artie after her favorite
food (allegedly):  Artichoke
she wanted to name him Movie
but i [...]

i didn’t, did i? i guess i did…

well…
it wasn’t until the last comment
on that last post
that i started thinking
about the title:
would you give a baby?
it’s not what i meant…
by why not?
i keep thinking of ways to justify
this blog.
(and no, this is not fishing for compliments, people,
it’s just a healthy way of managing my own wandering
thoughts of exploiting my wife’s illness and a [...]