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I guess it’s time to start having those talks. The talks that I haven’t been looking forward to. That I’ve been a little scared of. I thought I would have a little more time. I see I was wrong. Yes, it’s time to start talking with MrMan about money. A topic I feel I have not enough of a grasp of, but feel that it is important to discuss so that he will make wise decisions.

Last night, it became apparent that he knows, at least to some extent, how money is used. For example, one can stick it in a machine with a claw hand, and for some people (though not his parents), the result is a toy. MrMan kept trying to get Sam to put more money in the machine, recognizing that the metal circles make the claw hand go. Though not recognizing that Sam didn’t have any more of the right size of metal circle.

This morning, in my parents’ room, MrMan found some change. He picked it up, while pointing out to MamanJan his “moneys.” The boy is a big fan of the plural, and uses it appropriately. For example, when clarifying that it’s not book he wants, it’s books. Where he learned the word, I don’t know, but if he knows the word money, I figure it’s time to start talking about money.

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This morning on the way to work, I keep thinking, Now what?

Harry and I have journeyed together several times since we first met in 1999. But this most recent trip, of the past five weeks, has been the longest, the most intense, the most emotional. We were together every day. (How light my bag seems today.) Every morning, every evening, my body was traveling with my husband to and from work, while my imagination traveled with Harry.

Last night, our trip came to an end. A marvelous trip it was. Darker than I anticipated, but marvelous. And so now I wonder, Now what?

CAUTION: Spoilers in the comments. Do not read them unless you’ve finished Book 7, or don’t care.

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This NYT blog entry is a combination of two of my loves: efficient systems and Harry Potter. I get chills reading about how the drivers delivering the books to this distribution center were welcomed by a sign reading “Harry Potter Flies July 20.″ And that this facility has 25 miles of conveyor belts. And that the book cartons are scanned at a rate of 160 per minute. And that the man in the picture is wearing a wizard’s hat. I’m such a geek.

My book is arriving at the house tomorrow. Along with a couple of other copies. The Mojgani family members have each gotten their own copies of Harry Potter in the past. Why should this one be any different? Keeps the intrafamily squabbling down. No, it’s my turn to read. No it’s my turn! Though there was the summer when all were rereading in anticipation of the next book release, and my dad and my brother’s girlfriend at the time were sharing a copy: my dad would read at night, the girlfriend would come over in the daytime and read.

Today is our wedding anniversary. Five years! Where has the time gone? Sam and I will be going to dinner. We had been thinking of following that with a movie. (Since we’ve become parents, the standard dinner and a movie has become special and exotic.) But we may instead have to head over to an independent bookseller. I’m really excited to see the neighborhood shops take on identities of shops in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. Sam isn’t the hugest Harry fan, (I know, it’s pretty amazing my parents gave consent, huh?) but I think he’s willing to go for the experience. The real question on my mind is whether I will break down and buy a copy of the book at midnight, despite knowing that one will be delivered to my door tomorrow. I still have about 100 pages of Book 6 to read. (I’ve really enjoyed rereading the series, since it’s been so long.) Perhaps my tactic should be to drag them out until tomorrow morning.

I can’t wait until Book 7 is in my hands, and then for me to be in Book 7. Sam and MrMan are probably looking forward to next week and my return to New Orleans.

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My current snack of choice is Back to Nature’s Organic Stoneground Wheats. Kind of like Ritz crackers, but with more flavor and no grease left behind on the fingers. Oddly, they are complemented nicely by chocolate covered raisins.

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After more than two years of constantly eating and/or constantly wanting to eat more, it’s hard to not eat all day. Especially now that there’s no toddler trying to eat my food or trying to distract me from eating it myself. At the moment, there’s a part of me that recognizes that I’m not hungry. But there’s another part of me wondering what I might snack on.

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A couple of people have asked about this offline, so I thought I should share: as of a week ago, MrMan is back in his old class with his regular teacher and his regular, own-age, classmates. Yay! Monday morning, he walked down the hall to his classroom with nary a care. I think it also helped that my parents bought him a new backpack (“pakpak”), shaped like a turtle. With that backpack on, he walks like he’s on top of the world. You thought I was cool before? Check me out now.

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I have just added a to-do list to my iGoogle. I am very excited about this. I love lists. Now when I’m at work, and think of something that I need to do, I don’t need to open my drawer, take out my purse, open it, take out my to-do list…. I can just type it on my computer and easily access it when I get home.

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I voted.
Have you?

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Last night, MrMan and I had some good laughs together. I mean, LAUGHS. He kept sticking his hand down my shirt and saying, “Shir!” (milk in Persian), and then cracking up. To the point that he could hardly get “Shir!” out of his mouth before laughing. I guess that’s the surest sign he’s done with the whole idea of breastfeeding.

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Thanks, Nas, for pointing out this interesting essay. I’m still mulling it over, but I am reminded of a conversation my mother and I had the other day regarding the digital divide, and how unfortunate it is that the network at her school currently doesn’t allow access to any of the free web-based email sites, but does allow logging on to an AOL account.

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