What happens when an anthropologist marries a stage director, moves to a small college town, buys an old house, has a baby, and then turns her blog over the her husband.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Rocking chair
I got a rocking chair at an auction over the weekend. It's very solid, but probably dates from the mid-Victorian period so it's been well taken care of. I hope rocking Peter to sleep at 4 am every day won't be the end of it; perhaps it's already rocked four generations of babies to sleep.
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