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Do You Hear That? Me, Neither

It’s like we turned a corner, suddenly found ourselves out of that sketchy neighborhood, and can now unlock our doors and sit up straight in our seats. It’s as if that awful fist fight between Ashton Kutcher and Wilmer Valderrama really was just a bad nightmare after all, and I’ve woken up to find that I’m not really stuck in the body of Topher Grace, and I don’t have live on the set of That 70’s Show with shag carpeting and tiny, tiny televisions.  I feel like the rain clouds have moved away, and I’m twirling on the mountaintop, arms outstretched, petticoat swinging, hurling my happy voice to the tops of the clouds and the floating birds. The children are getting along. Do you hear me, people?!  The children. are getting. along.  Getting along getting along getting along!!  They’re playing together and beside each other and in the same room and they’re GETTING ALONG!! Hallelujah.  Let the choirs sing the glory, shall we? Last week was what I would call a “lost week.” The kind of days where there&#8217…

All Over the Place

Please excuse any typos you see here.  Quinn got to my laptop and managed to pry one of the letters off the keyboard, and I’m not sure yet if there’s been any other damage.  The good news is that I get to blame any editing errors on that–it’s my keyboard, honest!  It’s so screwy it spelled the word “weird” incorrectly!  Can you believe it?! I totally just spelled “weird” incorrectly when I typed that.  See? Took the girls to see some trains today at our local science and arts center.  There was a hearing going on in the city related to a certain child molestation scandal in college sports–you may have heard about it–so we were fully expecting a media-infested swarm, but alas, we avoided it.  Is it irony, that I was taking my innocent children to go see the wonder and merriment of a holiday display–the magic! the beauty!–when two blocks over there were grown-ups discussing things that other awful, awful grown-ups (allegedly, yeah, yeah) did to other young ones?  I don’t…