-Yawn-
I stayed at work until eight tonight editing the band doc; had to set the alarm when I left because I was the last person out. Now I’m sitting in Baby-G’s house, listening to him cough sporatically in his crib through the plastic walky-talky here in the kitchen. If he cries for more than 10 minutes, I check on him. But he doesn’t, so I sit here editing video while my stomach growls.
Had a long talk with S. in England last night, courtesy of Skype. She’s debating what to do with her immediate future after graduating. Like the rest of us in days of yore, she’s still harboring a shred of hope that Real Life won’t suck her in, that she won’t get stuck in an overpriced apartment with a crappy day job, that she can hold on to her liberal life of international travel and jobs that maybe sorta pay the bills. I tried to tell her we all expected it would be easy at 21, we all thought we could have that lifestyle and even more…and we can; as long as we’ve saved up several thousand dollars before running around cowfields and cornfields and foreign cities for months on end, with nothing but a baguette and a stash of McVittie’s in our pockets…
but I digress.
My mother is in town. I’m tired. It’s Good Friday, though I see nothing good about the Christians’ wordwide celebration of Jesus’s death. I really don’t get that. Why not just focus on the resurrection? Wasn’t that the whole point? Everyone dies; not everyone rises again. Let’s dye some eggs, eat chocolate bunnies and think about that.
It’s so quiet here. I can hear several clocks ticking, the hum of the refrigerator and the disgruntled buzz of my external hard drive. I would love a large slice of pecan pie a la mode right about now — or baked Alaska, for that matter — but Oleana doesn’t deliver. Boo. On the up & up, E. from work just announced he’s buying a BMW motorcycle, and taking his golf clubs out of storage. Which means that, in addition to being taken to the opera regularly, I get to golf and ride around on a motorcycle all summer. My grandfather would be so proud.