10:00 I’m installed at a window at Starbuck’s going through e-mail and returning to work that was put on the backburner. The difficulty of revisiting to ideas and words that were so important two weeks ago and not so important now has prompted me to write a blog post.
The Tribble article in the Chronicle disturbed me deeply. Almost closed down shop. I won’t bore you with the pro and con lists that I made regarding that decision, but I did decide to keep things going for a bit longer. But from now on, 11D will be all about discretion and decorum. Makes you want to come back here, doesn’t it?
[Here I am in Starbucks, thinking through various topics that I wanted to write about and worrying about how future employers will view them. OK, this is too hard. Being circumspect really sucks the fun out of blogging. Moved onto the Metro section instead and read this funny bit on New Jersey blogs.]
8:00 Finally, back at the computer.
After working/not working at Starbucks this morning, I picked up the kids from their camps.
Ian is at summer school for his speech disability where they’re teaching him how to move his mouth with his fingers to help form the correct sounds. For an “em” sound, he has to press his lips together and suddenly let go so the vowel sound can burst out. mmmm-EEE mmmmm-AH
His speech is coming along in its own weird way. He’s learning to talk one word at a time. School, tree, car, poop, buttered roll. We’ll find him repeating his words to himself over and over until he gets it right. On days that he has speech therapy, he’ll fall asleep at the dinner table from exhaustion.
Jonah has a more traditional summer life of town camp where he is loosely supervised by bored teenagers who help him do macramé and supervise pool time. Once a week, he and the two hundred other kids in yellow shirts from Camp Pascack head off in bumpy yellow buses to the bowling alley or the arcade.
Brings back memories of my camp experiences, which were never the sleep away, monkey-business in the bunks, Meatballs
I had the story reading detail tonight, because Steve has to work late tonight. I’m very concerned that the Man With the Yellow Hat isn’t really a good friend to George
Off to catch up on the Rove affair.
Apt. 11d 
I’m not planning on being in the job market, but I have tried to keep my identity quieter lately. But the article brings up some interesting points. Is blogging just ranting? Therapy? A shared community? I find joy in the commonalities I share with people all over the world. Would I necessarily be their friend if I lived next door to them? Perhaps not. And that is exciting to me as well!
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Miss Emma had a couple of years of speech therapy – her issues were receptive/expressive speech, not the formation of sounds, tho. We’re doing summer reading tutoring again this summer, so I know what you mean – she’s pretty ornery in the evenings on tutoring days, tired.
As for blogging – I guess I figure if no one wants me with a blog, they’ll likely not think much of me without one, so I’ve thrown my hands up.
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