May Day

Workers of the world unite!

Jenny and I loved May Day, because it was a dual celebration, one for the revolution, and the other for pagans. What's not to love?

And May was always Jenny month, because she demanded a 31-day celebration of her birthday. She'd be 37 this year, and we'd be able to speculate over whether 37 indicated mid-thirties or late-thirties (or late-mid-thirties, or early-late-thirties).

May used to mean lots of dinners out, maybe a 3-day trip to Mexico, the storytelling festival, some sunny Oakland walks, composing a Fun List with our best friend Meggie, lattes and croissants at the too-crowded tables at Royal Coffee on College Avenue, planning the next big house party (Themes: Tiki? Monster trucks? Maxapalooza?), and presents of Japanese stickers, photos, books, paintings. Here's to May 27th! Cumpleanos feliz.

Milestones

Genevieve is now 7 1/2 months, and has two bottom teeth. She sits up but loses focus and slides to the side. She still has little interest in tummy time or crawling. She loves solid foods and finger foods. This week, she has tried cheese, cut-up raisins, pasta, sweet potato puffs, cheerios, and bread. She has her screeching laugh as well as her newer giggle.

I'm not one to track milestones, but I do like to remember events, and sometimes these milestones can help trigger memories. It occurs to me that adults should have milestones, too.

Last weekend was a milestone for me. I saw my play, "Crappy at Yoga", rehearsed and it was thrilling! The actresses brought so many nuances to the characters and the lines that I marveled at the complexity that I never intended!

And maybe another milestone could be timid Max's going to martial arts class. He's 4 1/2 and so shy, but he loves to "keeeee-op" and chamber-fist-chamber-fist. Yesterday, I watched him submerge himself in the water in Penguins swimming class. It's odd, this movie of life.