I kind of was being facetiously hopeful when I referred to myself as a law widow, earlier. I thought Chad was exaggerating.

But no. He began work Tuesday, and this morning — his very first Saturday — he was gone before Elinor and I awoke. It’s almost 10 and he is still working. He’s been gone late many nights this week, albeit for law socializing, but I’ve missed him already. We went downtown and joined him for dinner, which was fun and new, but I wonder how old it will feel three years from now.

It doesn’t help that we did decide to buy a scooter for him instead of another car. It was a good decision in so many ways; cheaper, cheaper insurance, free parking downtown, less money for gas, etc. But he has had to mess with his route because schoolkids were throwing pinecones at him (bastards!), and yesterday someone was an ass and almost hit him. I worry about him tonight, Saturday night, when he comes back so late.

It is fun to see him vroom away, though, and to hear the putt-putt motor when he returns.

It is a little lonely being without him so much. I’m being productive, though. I half-cleaned the refrigerator (ewww), volunteered for an MDPL workshop, finished the MDPL books from our LAST workshop, and made two more diapers. I handsewed one and used my mother’s sweet machines for the other. Can you tell the difference?

Cashmere, again. It almost doesn't fit her already.

Cashmere inside, wool/poly outside. Snaps are fun.

Ah — but you really wanted to see Elinor, didn’t you! I know the truth. So, yesterday’s photo from our late-night walk back from dinner with friends. I can’t believe she actually allowed us to make her wear the hat. Of course, she is a little miffed at us — hence the fist. Or is that just teething?