Yesterday, coming in the back gate with Little A, I put my hand over the gate to unlatch it and discovered the hard way that the latch was covered with spider webs. Again. Me (wiping webs off my hands): Aaaagh! Yuck! I keep clearing the spider webs off, but the damn spider keeps rebuilding them. […]
Mind the dust, glowing green clouds, and that thing with the tentacles that keeps trying to reach out of the sink... This blog is very new and still considerably under construction. I'll be working on the theme, and entering posts from my massive backlog of LJ/FB posts on this topic, over the weeks/months to come.
What does “Muime” mean?
You will notice in these posts that Little A calls me "muime". That's a word from Old Irish, originally meaning foster mother, and later stepmother, godmother, nurse or anyone else in a motherly role who is not your biological mother. It's what my now ex-wife and I decided our kids should call me to avoid the confusion of calling us both mom. It's pronounced "mwee-va", more or less.
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