Day 258 (that sort of a day)

I saw the ice cream lady again today, but she said we only get ice cream if we see each other three times in one day. "Eating ice cream in the morning?" she exclaimed, "That would be crazy talk!" Too bad.

We cleared out a chunk of Husbinator's office today. That's really the last room that's still an absolute wreck, so this is good progress.

BSM did nap, but when he woke up, he needed all sorts of attention. Rather than hang out with him at home, hoping to get more stuff done, I threw in the towel and took him to the park. He had a nice enough time, but after about half an hour, he was done. I wasn't: this boy was no more capable of independent play than he had been when he started, and I generally dislike being inside with him when he's like that.

So we went for a walk. I enjoyed the view, and BSM enjoyed the various dogs, cats, electricity meters, and people he saw on the way. He also enjoyed shoving me away when I tried to hold his hand on the railing-less steps. I can no longer deny that toddlerhood is fast supplanting babyhood. After all, BSM is nearly 16 months, and that's closer to a year-and-a-half than a year...

Right before I put BSM to bed, I hung up the laundry that I threw in the washer this morning. It was that sort of a day. After I put him to bed, I did about a zillion dishes and made challah dough.

At that point, I felt no guilt about taking two solid hours to read The Slow Regard of Silent Things, Patrick Rothfuss's latest published work. I loved it. It doesn't follow the typical arc of a book, but I'm certain I've read more than one short story in that style. And at 170 pages and a very fresh point of view, it worked. Oh, wow, does it work. The Slow Regard of Silent Things has the added benefit of making me a better person: getting caught up in the Auri's worldview makes helping out the natural thing to do: even at the expense of reading the book.

(Husbinator asked me to help him move the high-riser pieces into his office, and the cabinet pieces behind the couch. I didn't think twice, but Auri-like, floated up to do what ought to be done. Weird.)