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(Why am I naming days?)
10/18/14, Day 14,046 (Mercena Day 64): Got to Make the Bubbles Go Down

This day is so name to honor one of my favorite Mercena rituals. When she eats, she takes in some air that can be trapped as bubbles in her digestive system and cause her the dreaded gastro-intestinal distress. To prevent that, our ritual involves suspending her vertically upright with one hand under her chin and one under her butt while bouncing her gently and singing, to the tune of “Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush”:

“The bubbles go down, the bubbles go down,
Got to make the bubbles do down,
The bubbles go down, the bubbles go down,
So [early/late] in the [morning/afternoon/evening]”

This jaunty tune has been seared into my consciousness through repetition and the hilarious looks on Mercena’s face as, milk-drunk, she endures the undignified bouncing. I laugh each and every time. Lately, she’s taken to raising her hands in such a way that makes it look like she’s dancing, which is even more adorable.

Something about the chill in the air and the leaves changing makes me want to set all these little details down now before…

Yesterday was another step forward. We took the bus to the chiropractor instead of a cab, and my back seemed to handle the walk fine. Then, both my back and our daughter slept quietly as Heather and I pretended like we were normal people and snuck in a brunch.

I also worked a half day remotely at TCG, trying to catch up on a bunch of small things so that I don’t lose sight of the big things we’re trying to move forward. I did some Flux work as well (we’re close to a more public launch of FluxForward), and was able to again write, play guitar and do my weird 9 Circles yoga-thingie.

Technique never stands still: it only advances or retreats…

Writing: 165 out of 214 days (New Year)
Spanish: 136 out of 214 days
Music: 65 out of 120 days
Yoga: 4 out of 4 days

What small things did I do yesterday to help build the Honeycomb?
(And what does it mean to “Help build the honeycomb?”)

  • Ate and cooked local, organic, vegetarian food, and used cloth diapers for Mercena;
  • Asked the EPA to modernize chemical safety laws;
  • Signed my support for the Pacific Climate Warriors;
  • Asked the Obama administration to condemn the war crimes of the Nigerian military and state-sponsored militia.

9 Circles:
(Um, yeah, so what is this again?)

Let me not be impatient with my recovery,
Let me send love to my Fluxers preparing for the Feud,
And a lion of courage to two friends mourning loss,
And praise to NYC fighters for housing rights;
Holler for the playwrights’ collectives getting it done,
And solidarity with the Pacific Climate Warriors;
Wonder for new primate-specific transcriptional circuitry regulating pluripotency (#amIright?)
And for dark matter from our bright sun;
And hey there, beautiful mystery.

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bath and shots

(Why am I naming days?)
10/17/14, Day 14,045 (Mercena Day 63): Shots and a little relief

A big medical day for daughter and father yesterday. Mercena had the first round of her 2-month vaccinations, and I felt the first glimmer of real recovery for my back injury.

Heather reports that her 2-month appointment went well! Mercena breast-fed through the shots, and thus far (knock on all the wood) has not caught sick from the vaccinations. She’s been maybe a touch more sleepy, but not much more than a touch. Everything else seems to be going well, according to Doc Gocs (which is almost as perfect a name as Dia the Doula), and she had a pretty great day yesterday, including as smooth an entry into bedtime as we’ve had yet (adorable bath picture is actually from two days ago, but it was too cute not to share). Her irritated skin from the baby shampoo of that bath has also gone away, and it thankfully didn’t seem to bother her much.

On the back front (tee hee), I woke up feeling only slightly better, but I tried to stay as mobile as possible while working from home (a lot of shambling about on my phone meetings). Then, at around 5:30pm, I took a quick nap on our terrace and got back up feeling, for the first time since the injury, discomfort instead of pain. It was most comfortable discomfort I’ve ever felt, and this morning the progress seems to have held.

I also managed to write again, and resume my Spanish and guitar practice. My fingers are all sorts of crossed that I’m back on the road to normal, and that if this yoga practice holds, I’ll actually be the better for the injury.

Technique never stands still: it only advances or retreats…

Writing: 164 out of 213 days (New Year)
Spanish: 135 out of 213 days
Music: 64 out of 119 days
Yoga: 3 out of 3 days

What small things did I do yesterday to help build the Honeycomb?
(And what does it mean to “Help build the honeycomb?”)

9 Circles:
(Um, yeah, so what is this again?)

A prayer keep me recovering without self-pity,
And love to my Aunt from her phew-g,
And a lion of courage to two friends mourning loss,
And action to keep poison from our city.
Praise to Emily Mendelsohn’s theatre work in East Africa,
And justice for Brishna in Afghanistan,
Wonder for the brute elegance of Odobenus rosmarus,
And for dark matter from our bright sun;
And hey there, beautiful mystery.

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