Month: June 2002

I am just not getting enough sleep. I can’t fall to sleep at night. I keep thinking there is someone in the room, standing over by the closet and I LEAP awake after only being asleep for 30 minutes. That’s IF I actually fell asleep. Last night I was awake until midnight, thinking of things like “Does Junior have a bathing suit that fits? What was that noise? Did I leave the new jar of sauce out on the counter or put it in the fridge? What was that noise?”

It was raining this morning! Well that was a surprise. So I’m glad i mowed yesterday. I’m sure my neighbor Beth is glad too. I think we’re going to hit the Butterfly Place today. Junior is trying to wrangle my parents into going. The sky is clearing on one site, still cloudy on the other. I vote for the clearing sky, if anyone wants to know how I feel.

Just saw a commercial for Men In Black II. I’m going to go stand in line now and wait for it to come out.

Nothing horribly exciting, but I did get a chance to check the BirchBark PO box for the first time in a month, plus go to the bank and get a car charger for my cell phone. You know, the important stuff. Then we went to my mother’s church for their Italian Festival and ate some pasta. They had a few games for the kids, and Junior actually played and won a couple of skill games! The one that shocked me was the game where you throw a dart (a real one!) at a balloon. It wasn’t the biggest or the best, but they had GREAT meatballs, so it was worth the trip. Let’s see…also got Junior some canvas sneakers, and mowed the lawn. I was just going to do the back, but then I thought, might as well finish the damned thing so that I wouldn’t get gross all over again tomorrow. Oh, and took a bath after mowing the lawn because I was just so yucky. So very very yucky. I had been invited to a party by one of my new (temporary) co-workers, but I don’t know everyone well enough to show up with Junior in tow. The host doesn’t have kids, so I just thought maybe we’d wait for the next invitation. If he’s reading this, and he might be, you can bring my Tiki drink to work for Monday morning. Thanks!

Bed now. At least the lawn is done so I don’t have to worry about that tomorrow. I got a used book in the mail today, James Lileks’ Notes of a Nervous Man. It’s out of print but I found a used copy for $6. I may save it for a day when I really need something funny to read. In the meantime, you can use that link to go to his funny funny funny funny site. Every day. He’s another of those people who I wish I could be. I just want to be him. I want to be able to say that the Institute of Official Good Cheer came from my fingertips. And from all accounts, he’s a really swell guy. We’ve exchanged email, and I know someone who’s actually had drinks with him. I haven’t heard a bad word yet. Maybe I should talk to his wife.

I love Friday. I get to sit and think of the endless possibilities for the weekend. I could go to the ocean, or the mountains. I could go to Vermont to buy chedder cheese. I could go to Boston on the train, or visit the Worcester Ecotarium and pay $2 to ride the little steam engine around the grounds.

By Saturday morning, the endless possiblities aren’t endless anymore, because for some activities you have to have left home already. And maybe you notice that the grass is getting long and it isn’t going to cut itself. Oh, and you’re out of milk and bread. You know. Real life stuff. But on Friday, anything is possible.