random daily life observations
…is creeping up behind your child in her classroom and listening to her read a book aloud by herself
…and greengreengreen pencil thin asparagus! Roasted in the oven in olive oil and sprinkled with cracked pepper and salt. Splash with balsamic vinegar. Spring on a plate.
…Britney Spear’s If You Seek Amy amuses me.
That is all.
…I’ve decided to invest hard in the belief that if Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.
…But how much do I love, love, love that the kiddo asks me to play Simon & Garfunkel’s The Boxer againagain instead of Copacabana overandoverandoverandover.
…This article in Newsweek on Steve Wozniak was pretty good. I love him. Steve Jobs is supposed to be the Buddhist, but Woz has always reminded me of a laughing Buddha genius. Don’t watch Dancing With the Stars, but go, Woz.
is a nice big desk with lots of drawers. Especially when “Will” loads it up for me. A place for everything!
I’ve mostly outgrown pouting but— two things:
Colin McEnroe’s recently cancelled afternoon radio show on WTIC was very much missed on Innauguration Day. Maybe he’s gotten over it, but I haven’t.
Little pout: Can’t imagine a senate without a Kennedy. I wasn’t all gung-ho over Caroline, but there’s been freshman senators with weaker qualifications. I have an extra cushiony soft spot for the Kennedys. They remind me of my mother’s family. Big. Irish Catholic. Clannishly close, and with similar issues and tragedies, except the glaring fame and fortune. I thought a lot of Robert Kennedy on Innaugeration day, actually.
I found myself rolling my eyes at yet another Sarah Palin cover. Is anyone having the same reaction? The more I see and hear of her, the more she bugs me.
I love my kiddo’s school. The security guard marks the kiddo’s favorite rock with a twig next to it so that she can find it from the pile we pass every day.
“are you watching The Bachelorette tonight?!?”
er….um….fidget-fidget….
“um, no.”
“what?! really?! do you have tv? cable?”
“well, no. I mean, we have a t.v., and we watch movies, but nope. No cable.”
(Anymore. Besides, I hate shows like the Bachelor/Bachelorette….yadayada. But I didn’t say that. And I thought what I did say sounded as really breezy and cheerful as I felt. So what happened next kind of surprised me.).
“Awwwww”, as Alla strokes the kiddo’s cheek, “I’m so sorry”.
Well that’s one I’ve never heard before. Sorry because I choose not to have cable? Poor deprived kiddo! Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had cable on and off for years, but then it feels too much with me and I have to get rid of it. It becomes too distracting. As if I don’t have enough of those. I just can’t swim through all of that. The only time I really wish I had cable is during the playoffs. But I grew up listening to baseball on the radio, so it’s not a really big deal.
I don’t judge those that do have cable or like t.v. though, and I certainly don’t judge dear Alla, who is a sweet older lady from Russia who loves to tell me what she’s watching, be it an evangelical hour, or some flick on a romance channel. She loves romance movies. And I think it’s sweet that she does. I wish I did. But I’m not a romantic, much. Alla is also a talented painter too. She charms me. I’ve just never had anyone’s pity regarding my lack of cable.
And then, the kiddo and I were all cuddled in bed together, with her snuggled tight in the crook of my arm, before we drift off in different directions and I make like a hurricane in my sleep.
“mmmmm….you know what you smell like????”
“no, what???”
“Fruit cocktail!!!!!”
Fruit cocktail? Fruit cocktail?!???? Sweet, the sentiment, but clearly, I need to change this deodorant. Though I’m quite fond of Dove lemongrass/grapefruit. I am not a fruit salad! I’m not! Actually, I think if I were going to smell like anything, I think I’d like to smell like pine needles. Not Christmas Tree pine needles. Nuh-uh. But like the dried pine needles underfoot in the woods on a long walk. Like in the Adirondacks, or the woods of my childhood. So comforting. I miss the Adirondacks.
Obligatory what am I reading since I’m not watching cable: The Beak of the Finch: A Story of Evolution In Our Time, by Jonathan Weiner. Yeah, I picked it up because of the finch in the title. But it’s actually quite good. Elegantly written, and about the 20 year study of finches on the Galapagos Islands; the island where it all began for Darwin’s Theory of Evolution. I like reading about how things come to be, especially when there’s a logical, useful idea behind it, as in natural selection, or another one of my favorite subjects, anthropology. I wish science and nature fascinated me in grade school as much as it does now. Pity.
Best fifty bucks I ever spent. We’ve been at the pool whenever we can. Kiddo likes to watch me swim underwater. We need the relief. During the last heat wave here, the kiddo plopped a bag of frozen fries on her head and walked around, oblivious, through the parking lot.
Had my blood drawn today. Fasting glucose. I hate those things. Ugh. Done.
Been watching I’m Not There over the course of the weekend. I’m all over the map with it. What I’m most struck with is not the main character, but the photography, which has shades of Fellini, some Arbus, and mostly Robert Frank. I could have lived contentedly in the Beat era in particular. Maybe more than any other, actually.
Getting more birds tomorrow. Finches, of course. They’re a semi-rescue from a lady who has 17 birds. (!). I want a nice flock, in a really nice, wide cage, where they can fly, something social. Miles will probably always be my number 1 though. He’s the sweetest, smartest bird. My bird obsession; thing, whatever owes alot to Miles.
I’m doing a creativity experiment this summer and probably will post mostly once a week. No particular day. Regular peeps know already how much I love randomness. Still be around though. Hopefully with something to say. Maybe some show and tell. Maybe. Tease, I am.
Happy Summer!
Mini rant: I’m not a Mets fan, but I’ve been a huge Willie Randolph fan since back in the day. So I have to say this: in what world can they justify firing such a classy guy in such a graceless fashion? Just one more reason why they are the MUTTS
Saw The Diving Bell and The Butterfly last night. Sublime.
The kiddo commences a short (wait…that’ s relative) break from school today until ten days from now. Ten days from now. Together. All of the time. For ten days.
Ten days of “I need a guinea pig. Am I getting a guinea pig today? When? When am I getting a guinea pig? Why???? Why can’t I get a guinea pig? Today! Why? Why? Why?”
This state of total togetherness is her idea of heaven. Check with me later. If I’m still sane and not muttering incoherently in a corner somewhere.
So in a way, this sort of officially starts our summer and I’ve been thinking of what I want to do in that time. Lists are always handy, no?
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