Into the void, blather.

May 13, 2011 @ 7:58 am | Filed under:

Ohhh, Blogger-blogging friends, I miss you dearly. I hadn’t realized how MANY of you there are. My reader is woefully quiet this morning.

If only I had something interesting to say! Look at the opportunity I’m squandering—all those word-hungry readers out there refreshing and refreshing in vain! Now is the time for WordPress bloggers to speak and be heard!

Alas, I got nuthin’. That is, nothing I can dash off in a hurry for the morning-coffee crowd. I have all these enormously wordy posts languishing in my drafts file, the thinky ones, the long book-musings, the anecdotes-in-progress. But that doesn’t help right now, when all I’ve got are a few stolen moments between breakfast and “quiet painting time,” i.e. Rilla’s most frequently requested activity. Quiet being, of course, a relative term.

All I have time for now are tidbits. Jane devoured the entire eight+ years’ worth of Girl Genius archives in under a week, so I guess you could say it was a hit. I got a review copy of Astronaut Academy: Zero Gravity in the mail, a new middle-grade graphic novel by Dave Roman, and Beanie was begging to read it even before the jiffy-bag-filler dust had settled. Later, when I thought she’d finished, I swiped it back—and was almost immediately hunted down: “Mom, PLEASE tell me when you’ve finished because I need to read it AGAIN.”

So, yeah, maybe today I can hide in a closet and read it by flashlight or something. These kids, man. I’m pretty sure Rose has hidden the new Penderwicks in her bed—the top bunk, a dread packrat’s lair where no mother’s eyes dare peep.

In other news, something is eating my sunflower seedlings. Eating them! This is unacceptable. They are the joy of my life. Well, I mean, one of them.

I’m posting this picture because his pose looks EXACTLY like a painting of a cherub (with lute, I believe? but cheek definitely resting on palm) that my friend Lisa has in her living room, and I’m hoping she will confirm with a photo.

In other other news, tomorrow is Scott’s & my 17th wedding anniversary. (Seventeen, right? 1994?) I had this plan to upload a bunch of photos but that means scanning, and scanning is boring. But my marriage is not. It is many things, but boring has never once been one of them. Good decision, marrying that guy. Good decision.

Tomorrow is also Rose and Beanie’s piano recital. Rose’s song is Music Box Dancer and Beanie is playing Bach’s Minuet in G, which, because I am a child of the 80s, will always and forever take me back to this:

Which tells you more about me than you ever wanted to know.


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  1. Christine M says:

    Happy Anniversary – a day early!

  2. tanita says:

    Ooh, that is a cherubic pose! How hilarious, when you posted older pictures the other day, to know that all of your babies went through a chunky, curly-headed phase (and the curlies never left) — it’s amazing how they’ve changed.

    Happy Anniversary!

  3. Hannah says:

    Whaaa? Did I miss something about Blogger? Did you unsub yourself from Blogger or is there some general dysfunctionality I need to know about and have missed?

    And yes, he must have been Rafael’s model …

  4. sarah says:

    Yeah, Blogger read my moaning on my blog and decided to hold me to it, and shut down the whole network just so I couldn’t post.

    Happy anniversary! 17 years is amazing.

    Those kids of course …. reading all the time … it’ll make their eyes go square.

    Good luck to Rose and Beanie for their piano recital 🙂

  5. Melissa Wiley says:

    @Hannah—Blogger was down, but almost as soon as I’d posted this, it came back. Which means I inflicted this babble upon the world for nothing. 😉

    @Christine—Happy anniversary to you, too, O ye of good taste in wedding days. 🙂

    @Tanita—I was going to say that we’ve had a couple little peanuts, but looking back, they were ALL Michelin babies. Such delicious rolls and folds and dimples. I am just this side of Hungry Tiger when it comes to fat babies. Mmm.

    @Sarah—Blogger couldn’t bear the thought of going on without you! That’s what it was. The www needs your voice, you see?

  6. melissa monroe-walenstein says:

    thank you

  7. Anne says:

    Happy Anniversary!

  8. Ellie says:

    Blogger was down about twenty hours. Ergh. They ended up having to remove recent posts and comments; now they’re restoring them, but several recent comments on my blog are still AWOL, which is sad, since we have such lovely quiet conversations in the comments’ threads. Ah, well. Technology.

    Happy anniversary! 17 is a magical sounding number, I think 🙂

  9. Lisa says:

    It seems that said Cherub has gone missing from my home . . . surprise, surprise! Glad to see you’ve got yours in the flesh. Sweet thing! I have a VERY LARGE churub playing a lute but both hands are on the instrument!!
    I think you may be rememebering when Olivia would regularly strike this pose in imitation of a photo of Summer?! This whole thing makes me laugh.

  10. Melissa Wiley says:

    Ah, it’s PLAYING the lute. I was remembering the giant cherub but in my mind’s eye he’s just posing *with* the lute, not jamming on it. 🙂

  11. MelanieB says:

    Lissa, I think this is the cherub you were thinking of: http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Sistine-Madonna-c-1513-1514-Posters_i325312_.htm

    a detail from Raphael’s Sistine Madonna

  12. Jane says:

    My 11 year old Sean just played Minuet In G today at his recital, so proud of him as his teacher just a couple of weeks ago said “keep practicing, you CAN’T play a Bach minuet with an unsteady rhythm-he’ll shiver in his grave” which strikes me as so funny as we (hubby’s and I) talk of rolling over,sitting up, etc in graves, but never shivering. Bach can rest easy!
    I appreciate your book recommendations so much, my reluctant reader 7 year old is enjoying and memorizing Dr. Suess’ ABC book. how’d I miss that one with my older 2?
    Regarding Egypt (from a different post)have y’all read Zilpha Keatley Snyder’s The Egypt Game. She was a favorite author of mine, I’m reading it aloud, and it’s quite magical.