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Wednesday, December 30, 2009 Family

Boy, I tell ya, I am COUNTING THE SECONDS until this raggedy ole year is over. For the love of all that is good and great and crunchy, good riddance to 2009. Oh, sure, I appreciated the conferences and getting an agent (I’m sorry, but I can’t rewrite my book with no one to support me while I do it, no matter how much they want to publish it!), making new friends, sorting out relationships that needed to change, and of course, seeing my presumed-to-be-doomed-to-the-Brown-group son admitted to the Gifted and Talented Education program despite our near-certainty that this particular blend of Jerry Lewis and Tasmanian Devil would not make it through another year of school. Well done, you, well done.

It’s just getting dark on this penultimate (another word I don’t get to use very often; add that to the list from yesterday: symbiotic, felicitous, and a couple I can’t remember—little help, Guy?) day of the year, and the children are with their father. Guy is in Seattle with his boss, and I am here all alone, with the Wii dragged in from the garage, Rock Band, roast chicken with blueberries, rice, and Brie (don’t ask, I just started throwing things into a pasta bowl, it needs to be eaten). A little Kendall Jackson Reserve and Tucker Max and I’m good to go.

Solitude is fun at times.

Also? A relief. I lost my voice four days ago and am just now able to speak above a Don Corleone whisper. I had to get Maggie Mason to sub for me on Momversation this week. It was getting difficult to yell at the kids. So difficult… HOW DIFFICULT WAS IT? It was so difficult that I actually—and I shit you not—put batteries in the megaphone someone gave Daphne for Christmas so I could prevent my vocal chords from bleeding.

Yes, thank you for the megaphone, Santa. Thank you. We love it so much that we’re sharing the joy. Tonight it went to Daddy’s with our little angel. As I pulled away I heard her singing GOOOOOD BYYEEEE through it on the sidewalk. Heh. Let me know how that works out for everyone.

The microwave has dinged, so it’s time to shovel down some food so I can start whooping Green Grass and High Tides Forever through to the end. So far I’ve been kicked offstage at 70% and 80% through the song. I aim to finish, and finish big. It may be a good idea to go back to Flirtin’ with Disaster for a while until I’ve got my chops back.

Happy December 30. I’ll be back tomorrow with a few of the things I’ve learned this year.