It's Facebook's fault ... it makes it so easy to feel like you're sharing deep thoughts and opinions when really you're just making lists of the top five purple vegetables you can think of. Still, the formatting is so pretty ...
Anyway, so much is going on that it seems like nothing is going on, if that makes any sense, which it doesn't. We're moving next month - Heidi and Daisy and I are going to an apartment closer to the Midway and, more importantly, Lab School. A little less space, but also less rent, and a back yard and included heat. Our furry friend Beatrice is moving to the scenic vistas of Reno, NV, to live with Nana & Grumpy, Winston & MacArthur.
Work is going fine; my schedule has changed much for the better. I have the weekend off - the real weekend, Sat/Sun - plus Monday, which is awesome. I have a lot more time to spend with Daisy, and we actually have a day on which all three of us can hang out. And then I have Monday to myself to run errands (or more likely, goof around on Facebook.)
Anyway, Daisy has been curiously preoccupied with death lately, or more accurately with the forbidden nature of the discussion of death. She seems to be testing the subject out and gauging reactions. Tonight in the midst of a round of "say something funny" (typical entry: Today I saw a monkey and do you know what he said? Pickles.) Daisy said, "Today I saw a bad baby who wasn't listening go into the street and get hit by a car. It got hurt and then it got died." It's very difficult because it is of course a horrifying image, but ... her delivery is just so good. I gotta give the kid props for timing. If anyone can make the story of a bad baby getting hit by a car and getting died, it's her.
K. We'll see how long Facebook keeps me away this time ...
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