So much to write, so little gumption to actually, you know, write it. Suffice it to say that I, Kate House, am the mother of a very happy twothreefourMAN ALIVE five-year-old girl named Aura, who functions simultaneously as the light of my life (shine, shine) and the source of my apparently endless exhaustion. Anyway, I should have started this blog when she was born, but eh…let’s just say I got married six years ago and still haven’t ordered the actual wedding album. I figure I’ll have plenty of empty, wrinkled days in retirement to fill with things like that.
What else? I live in a supremely quiet suburb right outside Boston, with a view of the city from my window that taunts me on a nightly basis. (The move from urban to suburban has not been kind). When we started looking for houses here, everyone kept telling us how “nice” the town is. And it’s true. Most people are pleasant, the houses are pretty much uniformly neat, the library is a bastion of reading and knitting groups..it’s nice. Boring as hell, but nice.
When I’m not putting off writing this blog, I’m taking care of half-day-kindergartner Aura and frantically working on the small business my husband and I run on the side. (Ah, The Side. Such an elusive, poorly paying place.) Heck, maybe this blog will make me rich (chocolate-covered pretzels for EVERYONE. I SWEAR) and I can abandon all illusions of corporate maven-ness. I leave that to you, dear readers. In the meantime, happy reading.