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2. The girls seem to be adapting to their new all-whipping-cream-and-coconut-oil diet. Miriam ate most of my lunch. I hope they are three pounds bigger in a month. I am finding the strain of force-feeding the girls plus managing Nat's numbers is getting easier, a few days in.
3. I may have gone enthusiastically grocery shopping a few days ago and bought more food than will fit in our fridge. I am using the very cold basement as a cold cellar right now. The wealth of vegetables is jostling against the huge variety of high-fat dairy products. It's a little odd.
4. Last week sometime Geoff posted on Facebook about me asking if I could lie farther down than only being flat on the floor. I have, it turns out, badly separated stomach muscles, owing to four kids in four years. Not surprising. I get all squeamish about things like that, and spent a couple of hours trying to get away from my own stomach (after finding out), and then being gently pressured into doing exercises to fix it. After two years of pouting at my stomach, and one week of actually doing something about it, it's a lot better. I am such an idiot.
5. If someone would like to win the lottery and send me a few million, my MiL would like a nice granny cottage at the back of our house. She'll live there with her cats and be here every day getting jumped on by the girls and snuggling and playing with the boys. She came in this week to help with two or three medical appointments plus a lot of financial things for my parents. I am going to miss her when she drives off today.
6. I just finished a somewhat self-indulgent book about finding out and living your vocation. The author is a Quaker. There were parts I agreed with- about suffering, about our shadow selves, about how important true self-knowledge is in knowing our intended work, but a lot of it came off as navel-gazing and entitled. Geoff said, when I said I couldn't put my finger on what was bugging me about it, that it's all about what's best for you. The author is very interested in community, and in relationship, but there's still this "I am an affluent Westerner with the freedom to worry about my true self" sort of thing that comes off it.
7. Too much non-fiction. I want a nice novel, next. Any recommendations? Otherwise I'll keep -re-reading Brideshead Revisited over and over and over...