There’s nothing like having a bunch of doctors say,”Tsk tsk,” and,”Hmm,” and, “Uhhh,” to make you wake up and smell the roses.

After seeing a client in downtown San Francisco yesterday, I went for a meandering walk back to the parking garage. I turned onto an unfamiliar street and walked into this... Read More...

Ok, so I went to have my biopsy today. Pretty simple. Look the other direction, poke once, poke twice, all done.

I tried to infer any kind of information from the facial expressions of the doctor, but of course they are all trained in perfect poker face. All she said was,”Well, I can tell you it is not normal, and we are going to find out what is causing it.”

Um, ok.

Because of the holiday, they said I’d get a phone call on Tuesday. Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum. Is it Tuesday yet?

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Nothing much to add today. I saw another doc today. He did not give me a biopsy but is sending me to the hospital tomorrow to see another specialist. I’ll have the biopsy there. Sheesh! Another day of waiting.

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Well, I debated whether I should post this. But the thing is, I don’t have any family around that I can talk to really, and I’m starting to get a little nervous. I’m sorry to dump this on you, my blog family, but I have to talk or I’ll start freaking out.

You see, a few weeks ago, I noticed a small lump in the right side of my neck. Its a swollen lymph node. I saw the doctor today and he is sending me in for a biopsy tomorrow. It could be something. It could be nothing.

What I do know is that I can get carried away by my imagination and that is usually not a good thing. I’ll let you all know what I find out at the doctor’s tomorrow, although most likely I won’t hear anything back for a few days.

What a drag.

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The summer when O turned five years old, his mother and I started looking around for kindergartens. We had a really nice one lined up, but some last minute confusion led to us getting bumped to a waiting list. We had only a few days before school started and we desparately went looking for another school. Read More...

I’m house-sitting today over at mssinglemama.com. It was a real honor to be asked over since Ms Single Mama was the first single parent blogger I found when I entered the ranks of part-time single parents. And it was very cool that I got to meet her during her west coast tour of single parent bloggers.

I told her that since I was so new to the single parent world, I wasn’t sure what I could offer her readers, so I simply wrote a little piece on how the first year of being a single parent is like Boot Camp. Check it out.

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Tonight after work, I picked up O and A from their mother’s. Through the summer, they have been spending most nights with me while they have been spending their days with their mother while I work.

When we got to our home, A said she wanted to make a drawing for her mama. This is what she drew.



Depot Dad is having a very bad night tonight.

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I know I’m risking alienating my teeny tiny blog audience by calling bullshit on a popular trend right now, but....

Am I the only person who thinks Eckert Tolle is a tool?

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Many years before he wrote Charlotte’s Web, E. B. White wrote this poem as a love letter to his wife.
There is so much I would like to say about this poem, but I won’t dare.
I’ll be adding this to my list of things that make me happy.

The Spider (aka Natural History)

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

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Just some odds and ends that don’t deserve full posts....

O and A and I hit some garage sales yesterday. They seemed to charm the owners out of tons of toys that I didn't drop a penny on.
"Oh, just take it." or "You can just have that, sweety."
We came home with a fools ransom of castles, dolls, clothes, tiaras and more.
They then proceeded to play beautifully together in their room with their new treasures for five solid hours.
Sometimes the universe is kind. Read More...

I’ve been meaning to follow up on my first post of Philosophical Musings on Single Parenthood. In the first part, I wondered about the definition of the designation Single Parent. In this part, I want to talk about the second thing I noticed about the mother in the cofeeshop. That thing is competence.

Besides wondering about her single parent status, I couldn’t help but notice how in control that mother was. And it stands in stark contrast to the world I find myself in.

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Let me do something very ridiculous right now. I am going to give all of you the secret formula (soon not to be so secret) for how to make Depot Dad lose his mind. It is a simple recipe, so you can try this at home yourself. Ready? Here is what you have to do...

Don’t hear me.

That’s it. Don’t hear me.

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