i've been to paradise . . .

i was reminded of this little ditty today - seventieslicious

i love me some 70s melodrama

so i caught a little bit of a npr show today where they were talking about the tribute for michael jackson. apparently there were empty seats at the staples center or wherever it was. it's just interesting because it would seem that perhaps there weren't all that many people moved and or mourning. or mayber there were just a number of people who were having a reaction similar to my own - i acknowledge who he was; at all stages. in a sense the man worth mourning - well, i sorta did that already when he started going all crazy pants.



we went to garden in the woods today. so pretty there. caught a frog or toad (i can never tell) for the kid to touch. he was excited. there were literally about a dozen turtles in the pond. oh, i love turtles. i really don't know why but i definitely do dig them.

i'm exhausted. but i refuse to go to bed before 11 - i'll end up at 4pm and i can't really afford that especially with carl out of town until tuesday. it might not be late enough for me to go to sleep but there is no damned reason that my son should still be talking to himself right now.

my 17week ultrasound is tuesday and i'm starting to get a little freaked out.

the world according to garp. i need to read it. the movie was surprisingly good. had a few great quotes. "i'm going to mourn her alone for the rest of my life; right now i want to be with as many people who feel the same way i do" that is truly the way it is. course when you are with all those peole a little isolation creeps in since no one can ever feel exactly the way you do. of course that is true about everything but for some reason sorrow highlights our snse of separation. maybe because separation is at the center of sorrow. eh, maybe i should go to bed.

. . . grandchildren on your knee - vera, chuck and dave