We have been on vacation for a wonderfully long time, and we just returned on Friday.
I don’t know what to do with this space and I’m feeling conflicted. I don’t want to post only about Henry, I don’t want to post only photographs or only text, I don’t want to post only about my studio. It feels unfocused to me, as journals often are. I don’t know if I should just keep a journal to myself. I don’t have enough time these days to write and make both stuff that I want to publish and blog stuff, and I don’t currently know how to turn most of the blog stuff into stuff I want to publish. Having a baby has made me both more inspired and more time-crunched, the conundrum. I feel more than ever that I want to make something of myself, and I’m feeling sad that it looks like I’m not meant to be a professional blogger, alas. I want to keep this space, but maybe I will focus it more so that it takes on a bigger shape.
Steve and I both have some writing deadlines that will tie us up for the next week. Then family is in town, then I’m off again to visit my family. Busy summer.
The pumpkin vine went crazy when we were gone, and so did the corn.
Steve planted parasols into the garden on tall bamboo rods, all kinds of colors of parasols, that he moves around to protect plants that he doesn’t want to get burnt.
I got a real linen duvet cover, soft and white and always looking a little bit tousled.
Subways are dirty and Henry is sick and so am I. How frustrating to be a baby to not be able to just blow your nose.
Lots of photos in my flickr.
Henry had his first day of solid foods yesterday — ground-up rice mixed with breastmilk. He sat in a high chair — he started sitting! — and slammed the high chair tray for more and more.
Light dapples the dog on the screen porch.