Oh, hey! Hi! I'm so scattered I make the leaves look organized. I'm
actually getting a lot done, via plate juggling. On Monday, I went to a
concert and quilt show with my new dance partner, who is two years old,
because dating the inappropriately young is the new cocktail hat. He
was an extremely attractive conversation piece, which I appreciate in a
date, and he also clutched his sweet pudgy fingers around my neck,
which I enjoyed very much, as certain people in this house are Too Old
for cuddling. The music was good if you like hearing people sing folk
songs in not-their-native language, which I very much do. The quilts
were pretty much My First Real Quilt; not badly done but kinda boring.
When we left I was reintroduced to how awesome it is when people give
you their seats on the tram and so altogether it was a fine night.
On Tuesday, Mr. H came and painted the bathroom. I have liked him since he first laughed at one of my jokes 8 years ago instead of correcting my Czech (My desire to anthropomorphize objects does not always translate). We are mutually delighted by each other, and it is a pleasure to see him now, eight years wider, with hearing aids and a little slower on the stairs than before, but still so good at straight lines it's like a superpower. Rulerfinger! I used to paint everything myself but now I would rather have Mr. H come and show me pictures of his grandchildren, thus saving my energy for the clean up afterwards.
Squire came home Wednesday singing Lady Gaga's hit song, "Mah-mah-mah pockmarked face, mah-mah pockmarked face" and that was pretty funny. And then later he told me there was a Lidl store opening up down the street and it took me like an hour to understand that it was the supermarket chain Lidl, and not a leetle store, which explains his weird accent. It's two blocks away so I imagine we'll be having this problem for a while to come.
Today I am going to meet another baby! It is good research and I appreciate all my friends having babies at varying ages so that I don't have to. I smell their sweet heads and read them educational articles from the paper and teach them some dance moves and laugh at their jokes as many times as they want to tell them and then hand them back to their moms when they start to smell funny. I'm like a Victorian daddy. (I actually can change a diaper and like to think of myself as somewhat useful but I like also this idea of me in a morning coat; don't you?).
And that's it. I'm finishing up my job at the educational web site in a week or so, following which I plan to take a long bath in apple cider vodka, and then fully devote myself to babies and brains (the separate study of both, not the eating of either, although nomnom) for a year, whereupon I shall either emerge entirely brilliant or pretty much the same as always. SAME THING I KNOW.
On Tuesday, Mr. H came and painted the bathroom. I have liked him since he first laughed at one of my jokes 8 years ago instead of correcting my Czech (My desire to anthropomorphize objects does not always translate). We are mutually delighted by each other, and it is a pleasure to see him now, eight years wider, with hearing aids and a little slower on the stairs than before, but still so good at straight lines it's like a superpower. Rulerfinger! I used to paint everything myself but now I would rather have Mr. H come and show me pictures of his grandchildren, thus saving my energy for the clean up afterwards.
Squire came home Wednesday singing Lady Gaga's hit song, "Mah-mah-mah pockmarked face, mah-mah pockmarked face" and that was pretty funny. And then later he told me there was a Lidl store opening up down the street and it took me like an hour to understand that it was the supermarket chain Lidl, and not a leetle store, which explains his weird accent. It's two blocks away so I imagine we'll be having this problem for a while to come.
Today I am going to meet another baby! It is good research and I appreciate all my friends having babies at varying ages so that I don't have to. I smell their sweet heads and read them educational articles from the paper and teach them some dance moves and laugh at their jokes as many times as they want to tell them and then hand them back to their moms when they start to smell funny. I'm like a Victorian daddy. (I actually can change a diaper and like to think of myself as somewhat useful but I like also this idea of me in a morning coat; don't you?).
And that's it. I'm finishing up my job at the educational web site in a week or so, following which I plan to take a long bath in apple cider vodka, and then fully devote myself to babies and brains (the separate study of both, not the eating of either, although nomnom) for a year, whereupon I shall either emerge entirely brilliant or pretty much the same as always. SAME THING I KNOW.
You need spectacles and a pocketwatch.
Posted by: Corbin | December 15, 2009 at 10:03 PM
Corbin, what on earth has led you to believe I do not have them? I lack only testicles to make my Victorian cross-check complete.
Posted by: tuckova | December 16, 2009 at 07:24 AM
maybe we should spend the two weeks working on a quilt...
Posted by: ch | December 27, 2009 at 10:49 PM