Monday, October 21, 2019

Color me nostalgic

These trees on the way home from class are quintessentially autumnal, but my south asian mind is bungeeing into spring and childhood, because it's the kind of green touched by yellows, pinks, and oranges, that we'd call  "tender mango leaf."









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Sunday, October 20, 2019

A wild rumpus

 ...aptly, in the rumpus room. The mess of Pocky wrappers, dunkers crumbs, juice boxes, and karaoke poses attests to a good time.

In the afternoon, we ended up at the UAW picket line where K's dad was, and joined them for a while. Earlier, when I texted him about bringing the kids there, C said that since a tentative agreement had been reached, this week was about thanking the community for their support. "You'll get to see the best in us," he said. I almost cried a puddle-full right then and there.



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Friday, October 18, 2019

Almost there


But things get in the way.

The ultrasound is a whole week away, so I've been trying not to think so much about it. But once in a while, I'll feel it in the shower or something and realize that I'd been hoping it would (magically) go away.

But, obviously, it hasn't.






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Thursday, October 17, 2019

For a few moments...


yesterday, after the concert, it was lovely to have At nestled into a corner of the kitchen, flanked by columns of pictures of earlier Ats.

And then it was time for him to drive back to college...








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Wednesday, October 16, 2019

At the end of the day:

Black Violin
with these guys--
The music was invigorating
(also the walk to the Wharton as it's 40 and super windy!) 
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Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Meanwhile, while we're still in the garage...



I have yet to start the car to take At back to college, but the ping of Big A's pic to family chat shows that the babies already miss their oldest sib.


The heart knows what it knows.






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