Piano
The piano has arrived. For months, we’ve been saying we wanted to have it here. My folks had been talking about getting it out here,
August 15, 2003
The piano has arrived. For months, we’ve been saying we wanted to have it here. My folks had been talking about getting it out here,
Kira and I were rolling on the floor with this. I got a little of it on tape.
I’ve skipped everything so far today to get caught up on this journal and relax a bit. I’ve finished my second book of the trip,
Sophie has the croupe. Damned docs don’t know squat: not contagious my ass. I spent much of last night, from midnight to about 4:00AM, trying
I’m sitting on the plane now. We’re on the first leg of our dualie through Minneapolis (Small City, I don’t think I like it much)
Kira: Uh-oh… Peter? Pete: Yeah? Kira: She’s got a big poop. Pete: Uh-oh… you’d better change it, then get started on your homework! Kira: You
Seriously, the hardest day I’ve had leaving the house since Sophie was born. This was the first day I left her all day with Jackie,
Every now and again, I look down at Sophie and she’s got this special look on her face: like she’s trying to hold something back,
When I was a kid, and I’d do something stupid (which happened a lot), my parents and I would always resolve it the same way:
I’ve got a friend who comes up with a new business idea every time he walks into a Starbucks. Every time he walks out, it’s