Maxwell the Tattooed Boy and Other Astounding Joys

Things occur to me. I've been jotting them down on old envelopes and stray receipts and the like. Most of them involve the natural brilliance and astonishing wit of my nine-year-old, his progress toward realizing his life, and my awkward attempts at helping him get there without too many dings, dents or other damage. Of course, there are other things too, like fashion police incidents and goofy dumbass stuff not involving Max at all. So here they are. VOILA.

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Real World Update

I just wanted the blogosphere to know you may not see me hanging around for a bit. That little notch they keep showing as the middle of the cone for Hurricane Gustav's expected arrival happens to be Vermilion Bay, and yes, dear Internets, that happens to be very close to where we live. So the two male people and I are packing up the photos, some books and clothes and snacks and water and heading west in the middle of the night tonight. We'll be in Houston until at least Wednesday, and we may even take the boy to the dinosaur museum if the weather's not too bad there. I'll be back in circulation as soon as I can, and I'm sure there'll be a post or two in this adventure I'll have to manually blog...