Philadelphia rousted the Occupy folks in the middle of the night.  The helicopters(!) woke the spousage, but I slept on through.  There was a ridiculous police presence in Rittenhouse Square on the way to work this morning, and at Love Plaza (they don’t want those pesky Occupyers setting up camp anywhere else).  Ridiculous.  I wonder how it feels for those cops, who are also part of the 99%?

I do not like the direction my country has gone, not one bit.

Things I do like:

  • #2 has taken to eating celery with peanut butter.  Protein AND a vegetable?  Woohoo!  Maybe he’ll graduate to cheese by age 10?  A mother can wish.  He doesn’t like the stringy veins of the celery, which he calls bundles, and either ignores them or demands to have them removed for him.
  • I saw not one but two movies last weekend, The Muppets (cute) and The Descendants (George Clooney is a much better actor than he is often given credit for).  I still want to see Hugo, and I’ll take #1 if he’s interested (and believes he can stay put for 2+ hours).

I am decluttering my virtual desktop, including the 61 tabs I’ve got open.  To wit:

The continuing exploits of the pepper-spraying cop.

Jesus vs. Doctor Who.

Bottled carbonated cocktails.

Ezra Pound Cake.

West Side Story flash mob.

IKEA’s small-space solutions.

Adam Lambert standing in for Freddie Mercury with Queen at the MTV Europe Music Awards.

How the GOP became the party of the rich.

The corporate pledge of allegiance.

Pomegranate-flavored toothpaste.

High line?  Low line.

Paul Newman.

Colored pencils video.

Kolkata – filthy gorgeous.






My brother died twenty-one years ago today.

He’s now been dead longer than he was alive (though I guess technically that rubicon was crossed in April or May; I am unsurprisingly loath to do the math properly).

I’ve long since gotten used to the world going on without him, though there was a time when it seemed inconceivable that it could. Inconceivable, and unfair.  Unfair that he didn’t get to live a long, full life, and unfair that I don’t get to share mine with him.  I’d have loved for my sons to have known their uncle.  #2 reminds me of him almost daily, from the roundness of his cheeks and the twinkle in his eye to the great joy he takes in, well, joy.

I keep meaning to scan some pictures of him.  The thought reminds me just how long he’s been gone.

To:  #2’s 4k Teacher

How was he yesterday? He was EXHAUSTED when he came home from school, and pretty much napped til bedtime, waking up only to be cranky and tearful about every little thing.

He was much the same this morning, but insisted on going to school, and since he wasn’t physically sick, I agreed. I just hope he isn’t a sad crankypants for you all day.



From:  #2’s 4k Teacher
To:  Ratphooey

#1 did warn me this morning, but so far so good!!!

This weekend has been a pile of blah.

#2’s fever, which began Thursday afternoon, has meant lots of couch time for both of us.  I left work early Friday to take him to the pediatrician when his temperature climbed to 104.6, then came home and kept him company, fed him some Tylenol, made him toast, got him cups of water.

I was on #2 patrol Saturday morning, too, while the spousage took #1 to aikido and acting class.  I did manage to color my hair (while simultaneously refilling the printer’s ink cartridges) yesterday, but only one of those endeavors proved successful.  I suppose I should be glad it was my hair.

We had a nice dinner at a newish Korean restaurant, Wajoe (which replaced the disappointing Korean restaurant, Miran).  It was a farewell to cousin R., who is heading off to Korea to teach English for a year.   #1 loved the steamed beef dumplings and dolsot bibimbap, and was greatly amused by the grill built into the table; the spousage and I shared some bulgogi just so he could have the BBQ experience.

I could not fall asleep last night.  Watched TV, surfed the net, read a book.  Finally dropped off sometime after 2 AM, which meant that I was in no way ready to be awake when the boys trooped upstairs well before 8 this morning.  Ended up taking a snooze on the couch late this morning while the boys played around me.

Woke up famished and groggy.  Made the questionable decision to install the privacy film on the powder room door; got three panes covered, but ruined $15 worth of film in the process.  Now I need to go to Home Depot for another roll, but just don’t feel like it.  #2 is sleeping next to me as I type; he’s got the right idea, I think.

I hate weekends when I don’t get much accomplished.  It makes the workweek loom extra-large.

We all enjoyed #2’s parent-teacher conference last evening.  We sat at the tiny tables in his 4k classroom and talked about what he’s been doing in school, what he likes best, the progress he’s made.  His teacher is pleased with his efforts, and enjoys having him in her class.

At the end, he asked if we were going to start the conference!  Apparently he thought it was some other, very serious thing, not the lovely chat he enjoyed so much.

We emerged to a dead car battery.  The kind AAA man gave us a jump, after carefully cleaning off an absurd amount of corrosion on one of the battery terminals.  We got home so late, it’s a good thing there is no school today!   #2 took advantage of the lazy morning to catch up on his reading.

Kicking back with a book