These days we are watching Louie. I love the brilliance of this show. It’s surprising, strange, thoughtful, self-aware, offensive, funny, poignant … I recently heard Emily Nussbaum, the television critic for The New Yorker, say it is a show we don’t yet know how to watch.
I would agree that this is the best way I’ve heard it described. I don’t yet know how to experience it. But I’m watching with great interest. And I’m still amazed and reeling, all this time later, from Parker Posey’s haunting performance of last season.
I just started Ian McEwan’s Atonement.
I recently finished an ARC for a book I hope to write more about in a bigger way, After Birth by Elisa Albert. It is a fictional story about the social exile that many women experience in motherhood. It really resonated with me.
It’s rained a lot this week so I’ve been in the house with Little O, listening to music. After years working in the toy industry, I don’t do a lot of baby music here. A Lena Horne record I found on the street. Ella Fitzgerald on Spotify. And O.A.R. from Tyler’s iTunes library.
Baby food for Little O. Ice cream for me. Stories, when I can.
Like maybe I’m on the brink of something new.
A trip to Vermont, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts to hike and explore and visit with many family and friends.
I’m also dreaming of a new space in my home to write. When my office turned into a room for baby boy, I found myself a bit displaced, moving from the bed to the couch and working around Tyler’s television and sleep schedule. I realized, early this week, that there is just one unused nook in our tiny apartment, tucked in the corner of our bedroom. I have found the smallest desk possible to fit in it. I can’t wait to pick it up this Friday.
Ice cream. Fireworks. Summer walks with friends. Little O’s smile and the sound of his laughter. He thinks the broom is very funny, even if I don’t find sweeping very amusing. After thinking about various manuscripts over the years and the moment of knowing you must walk away from them…I began singing Kenny Roger’s ‘The Gambler’ out loud (you’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run) and Little O now thinks that is the most hilarious thing he has ever heard.