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A Good Friday
If there's one thing I've learned, it's that you need to be able to laugh about anything. This isn't fueled by anything in particular, it's just an idea that I try to keep in mind. I find it particularly true on a college Friday night at fo-twenny in the AM.
Pomona is nice. People here say I have a very distinct laugh. It's because I actually say "hahaha."
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penelope elizabeth sisson
Word of the Day: alienist


Penelope was born on 22 November, 2008, at 10:04 PM. Once again, I was told earlier in the day that I had a UTI [which is what happened to trigger labor with Patrick, but I think I really was in labor but just a little dehydrated], and, once again, I gave birth without the help of pain medication. Not by choice, but because there was just no time. They sent me home to rest, but by the evening, my contractions were worse than before and we decided to just go back to the hospital. We got there around 8:45-ish, and Penelope was born at 10:04. It was agonizing, but also very short, so I wasn't much bothered by the labor after the fact. And now, the most important thing:



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Very first picture.


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On the scale, the reading is 7 lbs, 1.5 oz.


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The nurses were so unprepared that they didn't have the scale in the room nor did they have anything to write her stats down on, so they jotted down the time, weight, and length on a paper towel. She was 7 lbs, 2 oz and 19.5 inches long [though they first measured her at 18.5 inches long].



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Penny, meet Mommy.


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Daddy and brother Patrick.


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Pretty eyes.


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Close-ups of Penelope while in the hospital.


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Chillaxing at home in her bassinette.


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One of my favorite pictures of Patrick when he was in the hospital, for comparison.
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New hair and a zebra shirt.
Haircut!!

Exciting


And also new hair accessories.

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yeah
i may possibly have a great deal more to say in the future.. .
should i see one. for now i say thank you. thank you so much. i have found love and friendship here. companionship and understanding. i love you and i thank you.

i may even be lucky enough to explain one day.

in the meantime, hate the IRS. hate customs. as a favor.

forgive me for promises broken. please.

i miss you.




diffuse candlelight light yields
neither luminescence nor illumination.
and we do not seek them
here in this room.
i think this place may be
the place where madness has a voice
and discordantly whispers
to us in the sound of heartbeats.
i look with care but i see no
reflections in your eyes.
nor yours. . . nor yours
nor even sheen the soulless eyes
of night that peer through
the curtains of a window near
the ceiling.
“you are my insanity,” she whispers
and reaches out a cupped palm
a child’s hand. with coloured nails.
i look into her lemming eyes.
and do not dispute.
how many infinities of time
are contained within a single
moment.
“do you think there might be an afterlife?”
i lean forward
concentrate. on the flame.
then back
and reach out my (soul?)
left hand to continue the
circuitous ritual.
“i hope not,” says my friend.
and laughs. and laughs.
and laughs.
my mind sways and
sloshes and
i hear another say
“i think this is my afterlife.”
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baby cabled hat 3
When Patrick saw that I was knitting hats for the baby, he told me he wanted me to make one like his for the baby. His was made from leftover yarn from JD's Irish Hiking Scarf and was initially for JD himself, but it turned out too small. Patrick commendeered it for himself and loves it for some reason. I was digging around in my yarn bags the other day and found a little ball of leftover yarn from the first hat. It didn't look like enough for me to make a hat, but I figured I'd make it work because it would make Patrick happy.



Here's the hat, the leftover yarn [a bit over twelve inches] and Patrick's hand for comparison. I just barely made it with the length.




And here's Patrick with his own hat and the baby's. He was really happy with I finished it - he told me it was 'beautiful.' Awwwwwwwwww!


Stats:

Yarn - Vanna's Choice in rust
Needles - CPY size 7's
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Yes we did!
Listening to: Aesop Rock: "Bring Back Pluto"
Feeling: relieved
Congratulations, Barack Obama, 44th President of the United States!!!
Not just a minor victory either, but an electoral landslide including Florida, Ohio, North Carolina, Indiana, Colorado, Virginia, and Iowa, all traditionally red states.
I have no other words to add right now.
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cracks in the floor


my grandmother died today just after midnight.
today is/was her 90th birthday.
we were rather close; as such, i am not taking this particularly well.


i realise that things haven't been well for her in awhile; she's had congestive heart failure issues for three years now, and she has become increasingly weak during the past five days.
i am glad she is not miserable anymore, and likewise happy that she can finally be with my grandfather again,...but
...ugh.
damn it.
DAMN IT.
FREAKING DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



i was going to ring her this morning and wish her a happy birthday, and mum & i arranged for flowers to be sent for her today.

mum & dad & i were going to visit on sunday and have a small party to celebrate her birthday.

i didn't know her phone number was the same at her assisted living flat until late last night; i could have talked to her sooner!!!! why didn't i ask about that when she moved in there???
and i didn't want to pass my cold onto her because she was so weak already, and i knew it could've been disastrous, so i was waiting until i felt better before visiting.

why do i have to be bloody sick so damn often???!?!??!
why didn't i check the number and ring her earlier???????????




...[sigh.]

i am going to avoid the internet and general human interaction for awhile.

this is the saddest day, and the ones to come are only going to get worse.


i miss her more than is possible to articulate.
)'=


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thursday, 23 october 2008
10h42 CDT

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