While on the bus, I was in a quiet, thoughtful state. Halfway sleepy, but my mind was spinning, and I saw this woman texting the seat ahead of me -- just a little detail -- she was texting about her mom, and was wrestling with "biopsy," how to spell it. That's what caught my eye, like her writing "byopsy" and then pausing over that, then correcting it to "biopsy," and then writing some more, backtracking, changing it to "byopsy" again, and writing some more, and then running a spellcheck (at last) and getting "biopsy," before hitting SEND.
I watched "So You Think You Can Dance?" tonight. It was nice seeing some of the past contestants filling in as dance partners for the new contestants. The field looks pretty strong, although I'm surprised how quickly they whittled it down to 11 dancers. I missed a couple of episodes or something.
B1 is nearly done with school -- hard to believe he'll be a 3d-grader next year. My lord. He's growing up so fast. I remember being able to pick him up with one hand, when he was a baby. Now he's a big boy. Man, oh man.
B2 gets one more year of preschool, just because of where his birthday falls. He'll be lil' Mister Badass when he's finally in school, more than ready for it. B2 loves music. He has corralled all of the instruments we have in the apartment -- a recorder, a harmonica or two, drums; even my guitar (he tries to get it, anyway). He really wants a little piano, which is very cute. We have a keyboard in storage, which I might bring up, if I can find the damned plug-in cord for it. I'm tempted to get him a vuvuzela, although lord knows what he'd do with that.
*BRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT*
