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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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(Why am I naming days?)
9/16/14, Day 14,014 (Mercena Day 32): Rain, Library, Bottle

Yesterday marked another milestone: the transition to feeding her Heather’s pumped breast milk in a bottle. For those who have never pumped milk from their breasts, you might be surprised how comic the machine is: it looks how the future looked when people thought of the future in the 40s (wires, tubes, and a freaky pumping machine sound).

She didn’t take to our first attempt, sandwiched as it was between two poop-inspired meltdowns, and I experienced my first real frazzle in some time. I recovered, so did she, and she ended taking the the bottle just fine (we’ll be using pumped breast milk sparingly, anyway).

People talk about sleep deprivation, but for me it’s her cry, the way each meltdown costs a little of your wall of strength until eventually and inevitably a live wire is at last exposed.

But the rain was beautiful, and we walked to the library, got our cards and saw the great children’s section they have, which we’re sure to use early and often. And we had a lovely visit from Anna Rahn, spending healing time out on the terrace.

Technique never stands still: it only advances or retreats…

Writing: 144 out of 182 days
Spanish: 131 out of 182 days
Music: 50 out of 88 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;
  • Signed my name on Hilary/Emily List’s petition for equal pay for women;
  • Asked Fred Upton to donate some of the 2+ million dollars he’s been given from fossil fuel company to the clean up effort of another spill in his district;
  • Signed another petition asking Congress to at least debate the proposed third war in Iraq.

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