Well, spending an evening reading backlogs of Mimi Smartypants has made me really really want to post something clever and insightful in my journal. Something to make folks giggle or think or change or whatever. But shit, due to my choice in background t.v. noise-viewing the only thing that I can think of to write is that the Pixies really kind of suck. And that, my friends, is really just not that insightful.
Ah well, fuck it eh?
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And just as a postscript, I thought I'd add this in as a sort of keepsake for myself. I wrote this last week to the midwife who delivered my daughter. She's leaving the area and possibly quiting midwifery as well. We went to a going away party for her on saturday, and the folks throwing the party asked everybody to bring in a page of pictures/memories for a scrapbook they were making for her. I worked hard to get the tone right and think that it came out ok:
"Ours was probably not the easiest birth that youd ever attended. Kira came into this world, somewhat reluctantly, after 20-plus hours of difficult labor that included just about every intervention possible short of a trip to the hospital. We worked and sweated, coaxed and cursed. We stayed up all night and well into the next day, all to deliver the baby that has grown into the child that lives at the center of our lives.
So much about that experience is a blur to us. When we think about Kiras birth we tend to think of it from a distance, the event removed from the pain and exhaustion and frustration that attended us throughout that long night. However, one thing always does and always will remain fresh in our minds, and thats the support and encouragement that you gave the both of us as you helped deliver Kira into the world. We are grateful to you for the part you played in completing our family, and we hope that you know how much the memory of your compassion and professionalism means to us and to the other families that you have helped to create.
Walk through this world with the knowledge that you are loved and know that your work has changed lives for the better. You are a good woman, Cyndi, and we are fortunate to have known you. Thank you."
Ah well, fuck it eh?
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And just as a postscript, I thought I'd add this in as a sort of keepsake for myself. I wrote this last week to the midwife who delivered my daughter. She's leaving the area and possibly quiting midwifery as well. We went to a going away party for her on saturday, and the folks throwing the party asked everybody to bring in a page of pictures/memories for a scrapbook they were making for her. I worked hard to get the tone right and think that it came out ok:
"Ours was probably not the easiest birth that youd ever attended. Kira came into this world, somewhat reluctantly, after 20-plus hours of difficult labor that included just about every intervention possible short of a trip to the hospital. We worked and sweated, coaxed and cursed. We stayed up all night and well into the next day, all to deliver the baby that has grown into the child that lives at the center of our lives.
So much about that experience is a blur to us. When we think about Kiras birth we tend to think of it from a distance, the event removed from the pain and exhaustion and frustration that attended us throughout that long night. However, one thing always does and always will remain fresh in our minds, and thats the support and encouragement that you gave the both of us as you helped deliver Kira into the world. We are grateful to you for the part you played in completing our family, and we hope that you know how much the memory of your compassion and professionalism means to us and to the other families that you have helped to create.
Walk through this world with the knowledge that you are loved and know that your work has changed lives for the better. You are a good woman, Cyndi, and we are fortunate to have known you. Thank you."
hecubus:
i'm still sorta new to the Pixies, shameful as it may be, but i kinda dig it. and i think some of the bands they influenced are pretty good, too.