I should be wrapping gifts right now, but instead I'm drinking wine and feeling maudlin. Note to self: never listen to your Wallow playlist unless you are actually wallowing. Otherwise it will just make you melancholy.
I should be saving the wine for our little get-together on Christmas Eve, but instead I'm drinking it. So what if I have to make another trip out for supplies.
I should be getting the address and directions for a family gathering we're supposed to go to tomorrow, but I'm pretty sure Swee'pea is coming down with a Merry Christmas bug. He's coughing and having trouble sleeping and his stomach seemed a bit off today.
Plus we have a lot we could do around here (like wrapping presents, buying more wine and making bread pudding).
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I've been meaning to share something I saw in the paper last weekend. I don't read the paper much, but we were snowed in and Sugar D bought one so I read it. I don't feel like explaining all the context so I will just provide the quote.
"... So who is to say that the state of non-verbal rapture you describe in your son - who is to say that that is inferior? Who is to say that? We're arrogant enough to believe that sentience is all that counts. It's not all that counts. A sequoia is not a sentient being. But they count. There is nothing more magnificent. It doesn't require me to think about it to be in awe of it. I don't want to minimize the difficulty of raising a handicapped child. ... But it's just a mistake to think of them as lesser than. There's no lesser than. There's just different from. It isn't just great minds that matter. It's great spirits too."
If you have a subscription to the Globe and Mail you can read the full article here, the third in a series of three. If you don't have a subscription you have to pay one way or the other.
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Oh dear, I'm more than halfway finished the bottle. I should really stop now, especially if Swee'pea really is getting sick and I won't sleep for a week.
I couldn't stop listening to this song today.
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It snowed a lot last weekend.
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Books I want to read:
Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones
Stephen King, On Writing
Mark Doty, Heaven's Coast and Firebird
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Last weekend we watched Stephen Fry's documentary about bipolar disorder. It was fascinating. Highly recommended.
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Guess I should wrap those presents now.
Nah, there's still tomorrow night.
Off to fill my glass...
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I am totally thirsty now.
I'm not much of a newspaper reader either, but after that quote......maybe I should be.
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I am glad to see I was not the only one with the wino virus today....
I am a Globe reader and I noticed and was struck by that letter to the editor as well - so eloquent.
Well now I really want some wine. We went to a flagship LCBO today for some Christmas shopping and I am still salivating. I read Stephen Kin's Danse Macabre and it was quite good. I didn't know he wrote another book about writing. Hm...
Happy Holidays to you and yours!
I have been reading the Ian Brown series about his son. It was, at times, breathtaking.
There is no lesser than. I like that.
Merry Christmas, Sin.
I've been enjoying quite a bit of wine myself, although right now it's 7:25 a.m. and I'm in the guest room at my parents' house watching L. make paper airplanes He's been up since 5:28.
I had a glass of wine two weeks ago and broke out in a rash. Most likely from the antibiotic I was on but I'm not taking chances, so thanks I've enjoyed this bottle through you.
I have the three sections of the series on my side table. I just don't know what to do with it. He has done an amazing job covering all aspects of the issue.
Merry Christmas.
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It isn't the holidays without wine...and LL Cool J. *grin*
Wishing you all everything warm and cozy!
Oooh, we shoulda been drinking together.
I found that Ian Brown series of articles just riveting. Riveting and beautiful and awful. My mom worked with profoundly handicapped children and shares that sorta clear-eyed pragmatism and rationalization and the wonder and the hope. But she's pretty clearly on the side of it-makes-an-awful-life-for-everyone.
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