Apparently you guys were just tapping your fingers impatiently through all the posts on baby names and recipes, dying for me to ask you instead what TV shows to watch.
I've watched Six Feet Under on DVD already; I found it almost too upsetting at times, but wonderful. The last episode had me sobbing--not just crying a little but snorting and heaving and choking. I think I watched the last part of it three times, and then had welling tears every time I thought of it for the next few days. And, um, also right this minute, writing about it.
On another topic, I told some people in my real life about my blog. It was a total secret before, and now it's a mixed secret: I told Paul and my parents that the blog exists, but that they may not read it. This may have been a mistake. But I am not good with secrets, and I was starting to slip and have to cover it up, and also I wanted to be able to tell Paul and my parents when something awesome happened ("CATHERINE NEWMAN commented on my blog!!" "SUNDRY reads my blog!!").
As you might expect, there have been mixed reactions to my sudden revelation. Paul was a little crabby, especially when I made him actually literally promise not to look for the blog or read it--but also made him listen to stories of blog happiness. My mom, who is the kind of mom who would walk right past an open diary, was just "Oh! How nice!" My dad is more, "If it's a public blog, it should be public"--that is, he should get to read the whole thing, because everybody on the internet gets to. My argument is that it isn't really public. Sure, it's on the internet, but it's anonymous. If it weren't anonymous, I wouldn't be writing as frankly as I write. And to my parents, I'm not anonymous. Therefore, they can't read it. We've worked out an arrangement: I'll send him links to the entries he may read, as long as he promises not to go poking around in the rest of the site. I can't write if I'm thinking, "Oh, my dad's going to be reading this--better leave out the part about pelvic rest."
Semi-Desperate Housewife had a post awhile back on this general topic--basically, who knows about your blog, and how does it affect your writing, and do you leave things out because of the people you know are reading, and do you now regret telling people about the blog?
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...