1985
The kitchen looks gorgeous. The new school year looks… Menacing. It's my last year before tenure, so year to get things accomplished. Like what?
(Here follows a page long list of things to do. Research, writing, talks, work in the collection, and what I call garbage/spinach. “Plus all the usual nonsense”.)
This year kiddo will be in school 830 to 5 on Monday and Friday 830 to 330 Tuesday through Thursday. Now that's a normal work week. I worry sometimes about whether this has an effect on her. Or if my being at home would have a different (better) effect. On the one hand, I cherish her attachment to me. I want her to love me, of course. I feel bad when I have to leave her. Even if she enjoys herself, even if she's safe and well cared for. The guilt is there. Oh, yes. Parenthood is also about discovering one's capacity for guilt. Mine is enormous.
1996, just a couple of days late:
2023
Late August. Only one entry between 1964 and 2022. Nothing happening, or no time to write? I think I know.
Spinach!
Everything happening, all at once.