A Tower of Sugar

Nu accompanied me on a Target run (I needed eggs) and came away with this tower of sugar.

Big A said he could tell I wasn't feeling ok, because I've never even looked at a PopTart before in my life? 😆











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A day

 A strange day... I got touched all day long. I was remembering Nu's amazement when they discovered me wearing tights when they were a baby and how they kept running their hands down my shin bone--"so silky, mama, so silky." So Nu enacted the strange thing for old times sake. I also got a a very tender kiss and good wishes when I dropped them off at school.

The ultrasound was, of course, a lot of awkward and uncomfortable contact. Although less awkward and uncomfortable and painful than a mammo. But goopier and with more prodding. I can't win this. I was asked to make a biopsy appointment, so I did, but now I don't want to go to it. It's the week before NWSA, I have an important meeting at school the day after, it will be At's Boss Day that weekend,... etc.

I ended the day with the international potluck that CP was organizing in town, and I had my hair touched a bunch of times all day by the nurse and late dinner guests? I don't know, I give up. As I was walking in to the ultrasound building, I got all these texts--from LB, MZ, and others, and that gave me a little boost. I'm going to think about that now.

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Uh-Oh

I'm waking up better every day

Oh, no. I'm not healed, I'm just 

growing into to a better person.

Magic. Just one more day to go;

getting some answers tomorrow.

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Wednesday/Birthday

I headed to the Broad after class
for a few last-minute birthday things...

and then we celebrated Big A's 4* birthday...
We're getting up there!

This year's candles sit atop the requested cinnamon muffins
Nu learned to make in a delicious "Food Science" class.
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Falling

i think Fall is finally happening...

It took a couple of COLD days,

when I may have panicked and 

ordered two stoves off the internet.

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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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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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