I hate the way the sun sits in the sky over Texas. I know that sounds stupid and petty, but it's true. There is something so close and mean and cruel about this sun, that I can't help but want to punch out its face.
Fortunately, I'm headed to Massachusetts in eleven days, where the sun sits in the corner and only comes out when told. It defers to the trees and is gentlemanly in the presence of rain.
In case you haven't noticed, I like Massachusetts better than Texas.
Sorry.
In other news: I did something today that I swore I'd never do again: I babysat. For a real baby. Delia is 4 months old and therefore at the peak of babysittability--no mobility, no demands for play. All smiles and gurgling and lying around. Sure she cried when we had some confusion over whether or not she actually wanted that bottle (the answer was negative) but soon after she conked out in her swing and it was all sitting around and reading until her mama got home. I even got paid, which I never did when I was babysitting Little Bro back in the day. Free family labor. Sheesh.
Babies generally do nothing to stir my ovaries and make me want to have one of my own, so the occasional two-hour spate of intense baby care is a pleasant reminder that I will probably not regret the hell out of my decision in ten to fifteen years when I'll officially be "too old." The question remains, however, what the hell am I going to do with my life? (novels and improv, I can live with that!)
Posted by Zerd at April 29, 2008 05:50 PM