Marble and granite. Glossy wood floors. A nanny who followed me around because I didn't want her to take care of the baby, but I couldn't get rid of her.
Sometimes I broke branches off the shrubs and left them hanging there. They'd be gone later. Either a gardener, who was probably peering at me from the guest house, or the bush healed itself. Disorder couldn't exist there.
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Friday, December 5, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Not a Good Start, Or Maybe It Is
So this is blog-writing. Interesting.
My first attempt, just a minute ago, resulted in a translation to Hindi. Cool, but probably not the most useful way for me to write since I don't know Hindi. But I seem to have an inner heretofore-hidden technological genius, because I found where I had enabled the Hindi translation, then, in another stroke of genius, disabled it.
I just moved to this bitty cottage by the water, leaving the husband and the stepson behind (do you like how I just threw that in there, as if it was an afterthought?), and discovered immediately that I need something else to do besides work and stare at the tiny baby who is always grinning at me. (Or is that smirking?) (Either way, I'm becoming suspicious of her.)
My first attempt, just a minute ago, resulted in a translation to Hindi. Cool, but probably not the most useful way for me to write since I don't know Hindi. But I seem to have an inner heretofore-hidden technological genius, because I found where I had enabled the Hindi translation, then, in another stroke of genius, disabled it.
I just moved to this bitty cottage by the water, leaving the husband and the stepson behind (do you like how I just threw that in there, as if it was an afterthought?), and discovered immediately that I need something else to do besides work and stare at the tiny baby who is always grinning at me. (Or is that smirking?) (Either way, I'm becoming suspicious of her.)
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