I don't have a pre-composed (or at least considered) post for this morning. It's rainy, for the second day, and we're about to head to Chinese class. And hopefully meet Mama for lunch.
Yesterday, the older woman two doors down was taken away in an ambulance because of trouble breathing. I hope she's okay. We used to be friends--she was wild about us in the beginning, "her girls," she called us, seemingly no problem with having lesbians down the street. But having children was another story. How could we bring children into a world without a father? Her own husband suddenly died when they had a 3 and 2 year old and she never remarried. She hasn't spoken to us since we told her we were pregnant, but we've been hearing for two years the things she thinks about us now (through mutual friends). It varies from disgust to sadness to regret. She's apparently had breast cancer in the last two years (which is what killed her daughter 3 years ago). And is not doing as well as hoped. And, so, even though she doesn't talk to us anymore, I hope she's okay. I think she'd die if she even knew I knew she was ill.
Otherwise, my back is twinge-y but better than it could be. We'll see how it survives a long commute and sitting on the floor this morning.
Which reminds me to get. So we aren't late. The rain will make it an even longer drive.
But that will give me some time to compose my next post. Possibilities include: Indigo Girls, potty-training, and art.
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