Adjectives on the Typewriter

she moves her words like a prizefighter

17 April 2006

Domus et Dominus

There is a certain comfort, and dare I say satisfaction, to be had in the order, rhythm, and simple activity of the home. Not that I would completely give up my academic pursuits in exchange for domesticity, but I am convinced that a degree or even a successful career in law isn't really necessary to be happy in life. Things so "mundane" as rocking a baby to sleep (do people actually consider this demeaning?), cooking dinner for the family, reading a bed-time story-- thay all bring a sense of completion. And sometimes make me wonder if I missed my calling when I embarked on my 7-year university education.

*Sidenote: the writing process has thwarted me once again. I drafted this entry earlier this afternoon, thought it over, saw how terribly vague it was, hated it, and deleted it. Proceeded to take a nap, instead clarified a few thoughts, sat back down to write. Curse my inability to say things and say them effectively when I actually feel passionate about them. I suppose we call this "inarticulate."

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Blogger keebler said...

so what is the whole elves thing about?

April 21, 2006 at 1:48 PM  
Blogger Anthony Tardiff said...

I got to take care of a two year old girl for a little while yesterday. I put her on the trampoline and let her run around while I kept her from getting too close to the edge. She had always been shy of me, but after that she started running to me with her arms up whenever she sees me. I find that way more satisfying than any high score on any test or essay I've ever done.

April 21, 2006 at 3:24 PM  

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