After a string of lame-to-adults, hilarious-to-kids jokes, Captain Science said, “I have thousands of jokes like that!”
I said, “Really? Thousands?”
He looked thoughtful for a moment and answers, “Well, probably not thousands. Tens of hundreds, though.”
Today is a day for tuning the piano, literally and metaphorically. Tommy Tucker, piano tuner (yes, his real name! how great is that!), is here fiddling around with my piano, getting it back where it needs to be for Captain Science to start piano lessons in January. I am trying to get Captain Science back in tune, after a 5-day absence, which is enough to make me want to never take a vacation again! Dawdling, forgetfulness, and all manner of irritaitons.
It feels like we’re trying to tune most everything at the moment. Babypie is recovering from her illness, rash slowly fading, but she’s still a little sensitive and not sleeping well. I’m shaken and out of sorts over the Lakewood police shooting, because when you’re the wife of a cop, every officer is your officer, so you take every incident like this to heart. The Tank is back at preschool this morning, and honestly, I was much happier having him at home. Our attempts to regain a sense of normalcy seem all wonky and ill-fitting.
Even this post, which should be a celebration of a successful completion of NaBloPoMo, feels out of tune. I need a mental pitch pipe to help get me back to where I need to be, I guess.
