Just clearing my throat a little. Seems like it has been a long time since I last wrote anything on my blog. Dear Diary, so much has happened! She looked at me today! No, that doesn't feel quite like my style, whatever style that may be. So, perhaps I will just talk a little bit.
I've been running a bit on empty of late. Burning the candle at both ends and sometimes in the middle, too. Lots of work, little of which jazzes me, although I am preparing for an appellate oral argument for a very important client of the firm. That's kind of fun. You read the briefs, especially the reply brief, and you try to find that logical flaw, the one the other attorney has spent a lot of time glossing over or pretending doesn't exist. You look for this thing like it was a loose thread on a cotton shirt because you know that when you find it, you can start asking questions: well, does A really follow from B or can you get to C without having had to pass through B? And when you tug on it, you can watch the whole thing unravel. There is always something; you just have to look hard enough, ask the right questions, and be creative enough to construct the right argument when you've finished. It is intellectually satisfying, in a good way.
One of my non-profit boards is in a huge uproar over a very significant governance issue. I can't say more other than it has become a huge time suck, taking up hours every day with phone calls, consultations with our attorney, lunches with disgruntled directors, etc. If it wasn't so important, I'd resign, too. Actually, I may resign anyway as soon as the issue is resolved. It wouldn't be fair to step down now.
My mother in law is staying with us. This means that there really isn't any private time, any quiet time, any time I can just veg for a half an hour after the kids go to bed and before I go to bed. 30 minutes. Not very much time but I am a little bit taken aback by the void it leaves.
Don't go into business with a family member, if you can avoid it. It is kind of hard to tell your uncle he's an idiot, no matter how stupid he's being. Like, for instance, unilaterally changing the law that applies to the shareholders' agreement to a state in which the attorneys who drafted said agreement are neither admitted nor competent to advise on. Little things, like that.
This post is turning whiny. Or has already turned whiny. Maybe I should go back to the Dear Diary thing. No, on second thought, I shall slog on and see what transpires.
The newest little one has his days and nights mixed up. Otherwise he is gorgeous and I suspect has a lot going on. When awake, he looks around very intently, very much in deep concentration. I am beginning to suspect he will be bright and potentially even more of a pain in the butt than the other two put together.
The Girl Child, if she behaves, will receive her first baseball glove tonight. I went into the sporting goods store next to Grand Central to replace my weight lifting gloves and found gloves for kids on sale. A no-brainer. I just wish they had gloves for left handed kids -- I'm pretty sure that the Boy Child is a lefty. I can't wait to give it to her. I sure hope she was good enough to merit a present.
What else made me happy recently? Ah, yes. Shopping for new suits. Getting into shape can be expensive. When you in-grow (what else could the opposite of out-grow be?) your suits because you have been so assiduous in your fitness center attendance and you need to wear suits to go to court, you have to buy new ones. My wife is very understanding, which is nice.
Spring is making me deliriously happy. I cannot wait for the beach weather to be upon us but I am enjoying seeing every tree in my yard burst into glorious flower.
Well, my logic games are calling so return to the salt mine I must.
Thanks for reading. Nice to stretch the fingers again.
Posted by Random Penseur at May 3, 2006 04:00 PM | TrackBackRP! We missed you... this post sounds melancholic.
You hang in there! try to find the 30 minutes somewhere else outside the house if you can't find it within? Have a quiet coffee in a random cafe and people watch... Then come back here and write about what you saw! (Just one idea of a million... depends which appeals to you).
Here in Australia it is starting to become Winter... but in 5 weeks I will trade my winter for your Summer. I'm looking forward to that. :)
Posted by: Zya at May 3, 2006 04:20 PMAh, honey, you are living life, one breath at a time.
Lovely to *see* you.
I hope the Girl Child was good enough to merit a present, too.
They do make gloves for left-handed children. You may have to shop on-line, though.
I have no doubt the small one is exceptionally bright. It's in the genes.
Hang in there. I heard a rumor today an announcement may come as soon as next week; however, it was a *rumor*.
I will let you know, of course, if it comes to pass.
Oh, good on you with the suits. Yay!
Posted by: Christina at May 3, 2006 08:49 PMWhen I get careless, I get even thinner. I don't understand you people.
Posted by: Tuning Spork at May 3, 2006 09:39 PMfirst time to visit.
the ambiance is quite nice.
i'd like to visit again.
cheers!
p.s. hooray for the leftie.
Posted by: femmedespoir at May 3, 2006 10:29 PMThe problem with family that lives far away is that they stay with you when they come to visit and they stay a long time. With everything else going on, that can become very, very stressful. However, I suspect that you and the Viking Bride will muddle through just fine.
Congratulations on losing weight and needing new suits.
Posted by: Jordana at May 4, 2006 09:12 AMThere can be no surer sign of beach weather's approach than a girl's first ball glove.
I remember my own, all these years later, and the care my father took to condition it, slip a softball into its webbing, wrap it tightly in rubber bands, and tuck it beneath my mattress. "Seven nights," he said.
It was magic.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 4, 2006 10:45 AMBettie Page has been running amok in my brain and spilled out all over my blog this week. Boy, are you missing out!
Posted by: Mark at May 4, 2006 10:18 PMAfter reading your post I came to offer my small bit of comfort. Part one of what I wanted to tell you reaffirms Christina's comment. Yes, they do sell left-handed gloves. And Part two is to definitely concur with your thought about business and relatives. Don't do it. And Part three is third child will indeed have their own speciality - might be quickness or some other surprisingly wonderful thing. So chin up, RP, life is gooder than good.
Posted by: Roberta S at May 7, 2006 09:51 PM