Wherein I Write About My Day and Not About Philosophy
The best laid plans of mice and men turn to feeble thrashings in the dark at the end of an age. Or something like that. If you’re still with me after that line, then I know you’re along for the long haul, and I appreciate your diligence. Lord knows there’s been half a billion opening lines that have lost me to staring at the water stain on the wall instead of the printed text in front of me.
I really should find a time to write during the day that doesn’t correspond to my brain shunting its resources into my legs to keep them vertical and my eyes to keeping them open. I sat down, finally free to do some typing, and my brain decides to go out onto the balcony, have a smoke, and spit on the cab drivers waiting in the alley below. This is not conducive to the sort of writing that you might expect out of a blog entitled, “PhilosYphia”, but more to the sort of crap spewed forth on the social pages of the local newspaper on an idle Thursday.
If it wasn’t so hard to type while driving, I’ve had all sorts of time to do so. But the other drivers get really pissy when I’m coming at them on the wrong side, so I should probably stop doing that.
I was ever so grateful that the weather was sunny today, even if the wind was a bit on the chilly side, and the rest of the week is promising to be more of the same if you can trust the weatherman, which you shouldn’t, of course. As I told some people awhile ago, the only reason that meteorology exists is because folks can’t accept the fact that weather is an unpredictable phenomenon and it’s just something you can’t control. No, they prefer to have someone say, “It’s going to be sunny and 70 on your wedding day” rather than say, “Look, it’s a week away, I have no freaking CLUE.”
We went for a lovely walk after a long night of not sleeping with Keston (up every hour or two, he just will not sleep for long periods) and pushed the pram through the 1.5 mile path that we’ve traced through the town, stopping to talk to some friends on the way. It’s amazing how many people were out and about, but it seems to always be that way in the summertime. We really do hibernate during the winter and come out of the woodwork when it gets warm. I’m so ready for it.
The rest of the day consisted of baking (roasted potatoes, a carrot cake, and white rolls), cooking (T-bones on the grill, a roast in the slo-cooker, and peas in the nukerator), and some well-deserved cleaning (some vaccuuming, dishes, laundry, and bagging the crap out of my commuter car). Nothing like a weekend to spend doing WORK.
Of course, there’s the playing with the baby and taking care of him. Although he was a complete and utter shit last night, depriving us of almost any quality sleep at all, he was perfectly wonderful the rest of the day, which is absolutely his saving grace. Smiling, giggling, playing, following me around the room, wondering where I’ve gone when I leave the room or his line of sight. I tell ya, it’s a total kick to be not only recognized but wanted by a kid.
So hey — a mediocre day, turned passable by a child. Go figure.
On that note, my brain has reminded me that there’s a balcony and a wonderful crop of targets awaiting, so before it steps out, I leave you with a few photos of my son from yesterday’s professional shoot. Enjoy.
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