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Sometimes I feel like my spigot runneth over... Like all the emotion of life it bottled up in a cask and when I try and tap a bit of it I get the motherload. Or maybe it just seems like that because I'm premenstral. Anyway. Spigot is not a word that really conjures up much inspiration or thought for me, except for all those wonderful wine-tasting trips in the past and the warm smell of oak and red wine. I try not to think about them much now.
Best get back to reading about endangered frogs...
I think I will adopt 'yaw' as my touchstone word... it seems that a day doesn't go by that life doesn't yaw. Especially with a small child. For example; Start making dinner *yaw* (which I imagine would be signalled with a creaking noise like a boat on high seas) instead end up making playdoh gingerbread men; intend to have an early night *yaw* end up awake all night with a toddler with middle ear who wants to watch Willy Wonka; think that you're going to get a spot of shopping done *yaw* cue screaming toddler with nappy explosion. And of course just normal life often throws a yaw or two in the way; working towards a reasonable deadline at work *yaw* boss wants it by 5; dream about having that cheesecake when you get home *yaw* someone's already eaten it, etc etc. I suppose the thing is that it is a variation from how you think things are going to go. And if you're too wedded to the idea that things have to go a certain way then the more upset you'll be when you are yawed. Something to think about as I yaw my way through day to day life...
In other news, today I became an amatuer plumber. We've been having some rain, and were delighted because the it was good for the new grass. However, when the grass was no longer visible because of the puddle formed over the top I knew we were in trouble. The new house being built next door has a roof, but no downpipes so all the water from their house ended up in our backyard. So what's a girl to do? Grab the hose, dig a trench on a slop leading away from the grass, place one end of the hose in the large puddle, lay the hose in the trench and then start sucking on the end of the hose until you get a mouthful of dirty, freezing-cold water. Then sit back and watch the water drain away. Ah. A thing of beauty.
And my poor baby had to get the chicken pox injection today. Not suprisingly she forgot about it pretty quickly (with the assistance of a milkybar chocolate). And she can request songs now too(well twinkle twinkle and baba black sheep)! Anyway, I'm off to get pizza. Have a nice weekend.
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