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Feb. 15th, 2008 01:12 amThank you to all of you who've been sending kind wishes over the past several weeks.
We're doing really well, considering. Despite the massive disruptions of birth and death, daily life is starting to come together in some sort of new equilibrium. A week ago, I didn't even know, from one hour to the next, whether I'd lay my head down that night in Maryland or New Jersey. As much as I wish Kay were still with us, it's a relief, especially with the baby, to have a little more stability.
Some things haven't changed, even through all the chaos. One of the axioms I came to embrace while writing the Big Book is that everything can be improved by the addition of pirates. So tonight, over the kind of dinner new parents cobble together when they've forgotten until too late that it's Valentine's Day, we finished our meal like this:
DAN:
The vegetables turned out just fine. In fact, there's only one thing that could make this meal better.
ME:
Pirates?
DAN:
No, silly. Chocolate!
ME:
Oh. Yeah. That would work, too.
We're doing really well, considering. Despite the massive disruptions of birth and death, daily life is starting to come together in some sort of new equilibrium. A week ago, I didn't even know, from one hour to the next, whether I'd lay my head down that night in Maryland or New Jersey. As much as I wish Kay were still with us, it's a relief, especially with the baby, to have a little more stability.
Some things haven't changed, even through all the chaos. One of the axioms I came to embrace while writing the Big Book is that everything can be improved by the addition of pirates. So tonight, over the kind of dinner new parents cobble together when they've forgotten until too late that it's Valentine's Day, we finished our meal like this:
DAN:
The vegetables turned out just fine. In fact, there's only one thing that could make this meal better.
ME:
Pirates?
DAN:
No, silly. Chocolate!
ME:
Oh. Yeah. That would work, too.
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Date: 2008-02-15 04:03 pm (UTC)The Well-Tempered Crew -- their banner is a conch -- led by William "Bittersweet Bill" Callybow, the meanest seadog off the Ivory Coast. Their scimitars are sharp to break down a ten-pound confectioner's block in seconds. They weave strings of cacao beans into their beards and then set them on fire, so that they're perfectly roasted by the time their victims show the white flag.
They never wear bloomers.
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Date: 2008-02-16 04:58 am (UTC)(Actually, it's a pretty sordid tale. Apparently one of the things that is not improved by the addition of pirates is the pilgrimage to Mecca. I liked the story better when it consisted mostly of a mental image of a Starbucks with crenellations and canons. Some things, it's better not to Google.)