This past week has been fun. More fun than a laid-off, divorced, middle-aged, nearsighted, bald man can really hope to expect at this point in life. Even the lancing, which wasn't particularly fun, was sort of fun. (T's toe seems to have fully recovered and is freely co-mingling with the other nine, its days of standoffish purplehood hopefully behind it.)
Much of this fun is due directly to Grandma Jellyspoon, Moxie's mom, who has made her annual pilgrimage to New York to give her grandsons a salutary dose of Minnesota Nice. There was also BlogHer, which this year was nice enough to come to me. Thus began a rare week of almost total autonomy, where I could roll out of bed, traipse through my day, then go hang out with some of my favorite webfriends from all over everywhere.
Next year, BlogHer will move to just about the farthest point from me in the continental United States. And I get that. Things to have to even out. I hope to go, but that, as you might imagine, will be a negotiation.
And speaking of which, some of you might have remembered me talking (and undrunkenly so) about a co-parenting blog that my ex-wife and I were thinking of writing. Apparently I wasn't kidding, because it's here. It's called When the Flames Go Up (or WTFGU, for you Twitcentric compulsive shorteners), and that we were even able to name it together has helped quell a lot of misgivings. I don't yet know what it will be, but I do know Moxie and I want to generate civil, helpful discourse for anyone who's lived through a situation like ours. So if you're looking for Jerry Springer Redux, please move on. And throw a chair at yourself.
Also: Please stop calling me brave. Because that totally freaks me out.
I know this might seem like odd timing to launch a blog and then disappear, but now it's time for the boys and me to Yankee Up and vamoose into some New England remoteness. There's not a lot of Internet where we're going, and I don't like the idea of posting using my little handheld keyboard, because it makes me feel like Gulliver in a dollhouse. We'll see how it goes.
So thank you, BlogHerati, for bringing the party home.
Thank you, Grandma Jellyspoon, for coming to town, freeing me up, and saving us a pantload of sitting fees.
And thank you, Moxie, for okaying New Englapalooza II without batting an eye. Moments like that help convince me that WTFGU might actually amount to something.
