must try harder
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I'm finding it hard to blog at the moment. I'm not, you might say, if you're the sort of dumbass who says those sort of things, in a blogging place. It's not down to any sort of angst: it's just an inability, lately, to post concise, cheery little nuggets about la vie quotidienne. Here I pause and wonder if 'nuggets' renders 'concise' redundant. And that's about where my head is at, and the source of the problem – I'm having a sort of weird off-relationship with language. This evening I went to the pool for an aquajog but was unable to dredge up the word I wanted and ended up asking the receptionist how much it was for the you know, round and round [hand motion] running ... thing. I seem to be bogged down in words, but unable entirely to grasp them, or hold onto them. Let alone fashion them into sentences and then make one sentence logically lead on to another.
Perhaps it's the sleep deprivation (although Maggie is becoming progressively more diurnal. She managed the hat trick last night, sleeping through for the third time in a row, barely stirring for the noisy 2.30 AM pitch invasion by her sister. We really must teach that child to tell the time. Or tie her to the bloody bed). Or perhaps it's just that having so little time for blogging I have lost the habit of thinking of my life as a highly episodic prose narrative. But then, is 'prose narrative' redundant? I must stop this, and try again tomorrow. Maybe through sheer force of habit I can regain back the ability to make sentences make sense.
Took Maggie to the local Plunket rooms for her three-month check. She weighs a glorious 5.74kg, having put on a respectable 2kg since birth. And is on the 50th centile for weight, but the 25th for length, which officially makes her a little teapot. But an adorable little teapot.
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