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When philosophizing is just too great a luxury

I’ve had a post getting written inside of me for a while now – following up on that last stream of them – but now that I actually have some space to type, I just don’t feel like writing about that.  I’m tired and not feeling sparkly at all.  I’ve a boy who is fighting sleep next to me.  A trunk load of imperishable groceries that I couldn’t unload yesterday before needing to feed him.  A pile of dirty laundry sitting next to the door.  I got about four hours of sleep last night, chopped up between feedings and changings and hot compresses to try to avoid mastitis again.

So the best I can do right now is to say hello.  And that maybe sometime in the near future I’ll have the spunk to write something a little more…read-worthy.  Once my dear kid can finally sleep, I’m gonna try to do the same.


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3 Responses to “When philosophizing is just too great a luxury”

  1. phil says:
    October 12th, 2005 at 1:28 pm

    I recall sitting in a little cafe in Big Sur when Emma was about two years old. Maureen and I were having a light breakfast of mixed fruit. The sunlight filtering through one of the cathedral windows was like pure gold. California poppies bloomed on the hillside behind. It was a rare moment of peace for our little family.

    If you have a child who isn’t wired properly for sleep, then you have to grab these moments like a pearl of great price. They are too few and they go so quickly.

  2. Denise says:
    October 12th, 2005 at 10:19 pm

    I recall and appreciate your perspective. As new moms there are mercifully enough coherent thoughts to be grabbed and applied to standing life functions. But lofty thoughts, though not beyond reach, require a leap like that for a piece of unripe fruit……
    Believe me (and I don’t mean this as a lament): when your son is 19 years old a real luxury will be him next to you, awake, and needing you to feed him. Give him and yourself a little time — your writing is in a bit of a new process. It will come.

  3. Paul M. Martin says:
    October 13th, 2005 at 3:26 pm

    I wonder if Buddha or Jesus had had to care for an infant or hold down boring jobs, maybe more than one, or suffered from disease, if they would have been perpetually enlightened.

    I actually wonder if they really were constantly enlightened at every moment.

    I kind of doubt it.

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