Tonight Drew's boss at Pew took the entire FactTank team out for drinks to thank them for the great job they're doing. He said the blog exceeded all his greatest hopes. He also entertained them with stories of Davos and showed pictures of his house in Greenwich.
Really, it's a different world we're living in.
Meanwhile, back in Arlington, Rachel and I worked on the valentines for all 18 kids in her class. (I am trying to be less stressed about money and whether I'll end up working full-time or freelancing and be in the moment with Rachel when she comes home from school, trying to do whatever she requests instead of worrying about whether dinner is on time or whether I can steal a few more moments to work. She is much more relaxed around me and prone to say "I love you, Mommy," spontaneously if I'm not worried or snappish, I've noticed). At dinner she asked us to make a up a song, and here's the one I came up with for her:
There was a girl named Rachel
As lovely as a tree of maple
Her eyes were blue as the ocean
Bluer than a tube of lotion
Hers, about me, was:
There was a girl whose name was Lisa
Whose favorite food was pizza
Her eyes were brown
As a squirrel's down
And lovely as can be
Clearly, she is the writer in the family. We set the poems to song, and she took my African drum, the one next to the fireplace, lugged it to the dining room and beat out the rhythm while I sang-read out the verses. Who says you need electronic devices to have a good time?
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