Saturday, December 03, 2005

Escape from Laundry Mountain

In the past two days I think I have washed every piece of clothing we have ever owned.

In our next episode: Shaula vs. The Toilet Brush

Incidentally, back when I was writing poetry regularly (ah, there are all sorts of bohemian secrets in my black past that you don't know about), I wrote a little piece about the envy of the "toilet duck" for the rubber ducky. I won't post it here--putting up writing online tends to obliterate future options to submit for publishing--but if anyone is in need of some light poetry on the rivaly of bathroom items, leave your email, and I will (eventually) send you a copy.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Baby Gifts

Our life is normally so quiet as to put a churchmouse to shame, but we have uncharacteristically ambitious plans for travel and visiting over the holidays.

Yes, I am anticipating a total crash after the travel, just like last year; please don't be surprised it Tsuredzuregusa goes radio silent over the winter. But life is short, my friends and family are far flung around the globe, I've been away from home an awfully long time, and a few months of physical inconvenience are a small price to pay to get to see some loved ones for the first time in years.

We've just confirmed today that we'll shortly be seeing one of my best friends in the world for the first time in 5 years, as well as meeting her husband and baby daughter for the first time.

So, I have a new question for the blogging experts' panel: what kind of gift do you get for a 17 month old?

We'll be meeting them for tea in an airport (all very John Le Carre, I know; I'll be carrying the newspaper, and the baby will be chewing on a red carnation). I'm thinking along the lines of a gift that offers immediate distraction appropriate to a public space to help postpone the inevitable melt down. (I've already warned my friends that I don't deal well with overstimulation right now, either, and I may melt down before their infant daughter does.)

I don't want to greet them empty-handed. I also have a tradition of bizarre gift exchanges with W., including most notoriously several individually beribboned avacados after staying with her parents who would have preferred chocolates but were dieting at the time.

And, if any Richmond readers happen upon this post in time...where should I buy something here?