Do not misunderstand. With every passing day I prefer quiet, but that is not my point. What I mean to say is that I find it pleasant and refreshing. Quiet was associated with the absence of noise, just like I used to think white is the absence of colour. Now I find quiet is a collection of small details I didn't take the time to notice in the cacophony of my day.
Colour is starting to look odd without the 'U' in it. Incremental change is the hardest to resist. It starts with setting my spell check for the Australian dictionary. Then I manually go back and change all the words to the American spelling as I type. Then I change the spell check setting to American, only to realize my clients think I am an idiot who cannot spell simple words like colour, or worse: a foreigner who refuses to assimilate.
In verbal communication, we seem to let a lot of things slide. Last night, I was listening to a lecture on flood resistant/resilient house design and this well respected and prolific architect's speech was filled with words like buggery, bloody, ratbag and póg mo thóin (Irish Gaelic for 'kiss my ass'); along with the distracting insistence to use the word "me" in place of "my". The room was filled with engineers and most people considered his vernacular charming. However if there was one spelling error in the publication he handed out, we would have been on him like jackals.
I see change in me and in the other members of our family and my internal struggle is to accept it and file it under progression. I don't need to spell the word color (or flavor) with or without the "U". That does not define me. Getting hung up on these things is only distracting me from the bigger picture.
The word Aluminum is another matter entirely and I will fervently fight to maintain its independence from an additional "I".
Here are some photos of the family to make this post more palatable.
This does not look comfortable. But with emergent teeth, the ever increasing need to eat and general growing pains, I do not think Gabe's life at this time is solely based on comfort.
Cole and Cora can operate my iPhone better than can be expected. They take photos with it and I have a trove of snapshots (a word appropriately derived from a hunting term to mean: a quick shot taken without deliberate aim). I will share two of the more manic variety:
2 comments:
...this would be ridiculously hard for me, and i already subscribe to ee cummings sense of punctuation.
I find it especially difficult determining the correct punctuation. For example, I often see formal letters with bullet points separated with a semi-colon at the end of each phrase.
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