Saturday, April 24, 2004

My sleeping 3-month old son reminds me of a meditating swami or guru. His eyes fluttering, mouth slightly open, he looks totally at peace with himself. Of course, now that I've started typing, he's starting to sob. He can sense that I've left the room, and his peace, his meditation has been interrupted.

I wish that the weather were better today. The baby J. and I took a walk down to a local coffee house, and I got an italian soda with whipped cream - a fruity, self-indulgent treat I bought with my $20 Joe gave me as "blow" money, even though I know we're so broke at this point everything should be going into our utility bills, or vacation fund. I also bought Abe a homemade dog treat made of peanut butter and carob, which he eagerly (yet gingerly) took from me, then apparently dropped it in a corner where I found it later in the afternoon, not even a nibble taken out of it. That'll teach me to buy expensive dog treats, even if it is supporting a local merchant.

Guess I better go comfort the boy, I know his shorts are full (boys are so different than girls, he doesn't seem to mind at all that he's sitting in a diaper full of poop). All I really wanted to say was that he looked like a swami.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

Oh, man, I am feeling so damn SMART, as in, smart-looking. Usually I'm fairly confident in my above-average intelligence, but rarely do I feel like I'm "dressed smartly." (I'm starting to really dig khaki, if only for its ability to hide the hair from my golden retriever Abe). Everyone at Ad Club will be so impressed with my coutre.

We're going to venture into the world of garage saleing this weekend. Hopefully, because we live on the wrong side of the right side of town (follow me? seems like I've spent my entire life in houses that aren't quite nice enough, but not nearly snooty enough to qualify me as rich), we'll be able to pull in higher-paying garage salers. Plus, we have some really good stuff this year from my father-in-law, including a (working) cordless drill and a telescope with rust on it. Plus Joe is refinishing some furniture that will hopefully fetch a high price. Who knows?

God I love parenthesees.

J. woke up at 4:30 this morning. He usually sleeps all night or wakes up at 4:30 - not a whole lot of deviation. That little baby is something else - all smiles at the oddest times. Maybe it's instinct to keep the parents from rolling over and going back to sleep when they know they'll get a big ol' grin if they can just stumble to the crib in time.

oh, and happy earth day. I'll be sure to empty my trash into the recycle bin before I leave work today.