Kinetic or Frenetic

I'm staring at a stack of unpaid bills that owe their status solely to disorganization rather than lack of available funds. Beck's Modern Guilt is playing in the background. Leah is sleeping. Asher and Sarah are at the park.

Life continues to drift closer towards the frenetic end of the kinetic/frenetic spectrum. I'm more invested in work than I have been in a while. The real estate madness is reaching an apex. Leah has become one of those kids who tears off in a random direction the second you turn your head. Sarah's freelance gigs are piling up - and on top of each other.

Asher is..., well... three.

Since I can't talk about work in this public forum, let's check in on real estate: Our buyers go before the co-op board some time in the next two weeks. On the flip side, we're still not in contract with the new house. Logistics have held us up thus far, but now it looks like there may be a minor sticking point in the contract. Hopefully, that will be resolved on Monday.

If all goes well, we will be out of the old and into the new by the end of August. Everyone's invited over for dinner.

When It Rains, It Pours

Asher had a stomach bug all weekend.

Leah threw up on me this morning.

And then a bird shit on my head while I was walking to the subway.

What's next?

Photo Break

Hudson Valley Apple Picking

Indian Summer on the Brooklyn Stoop

Too Old For Fifteen Hour Days

Tonight was a school night after a very long day at work. Like the other classes in this program, this one isn't exactly academically rigorous. We spend most of the time talking about election fraud - the theme of the professor's latest book. So far, I haven't learned anything that I hadn't already read on Daily Kos, Talking Points Memo or Mydd (Sorry, Mark).

Tomorrow, I've got two presentations due, followed by six hours of meetings and a mandatory social dinner that I'm still debating whether or not to attend.

Had a great weekend with the family. Leah and I are really starting to bond, and Asher has been an incredible pleasure to hang out with. Conversations included why some people (grown-up men like Daddy) have hair on their chests and others (boys, girls, and grown-up women like Mommy) don't, the relative merits of Jackie Wilson, and why rock 'n roll rarely features a trumpet (and a sample of Beulah as the exception).

Twerp

Isaac (reading from "Where the Wild Things Are"): ... and Max was lonely, because he wanted to be where someone loved him most of all.

Asher: With his Mommy?

Isaac: Yes, and what about his Daddy?

Asher: No, he's at work.

Isaac: ...