Author: The Jody

Important stuff first: thank God the Sox won last night. We were about to drape black cloth over the mirrors. Let’s hope they are back on track for at least the next few games.

Next up: My outerwear of choice today is a fleece button-up sweater-like garment. It’s a nice dark raspberry color, reversible with a lighter shade of the same. I thought it would look nice and I could wear it inside, where the temperatures sometimes get cool in the afternoon. Except on the way in I kept thinking that the air vents in the car were letting in the scents of spring. And when I got to my desk I realized…it’s my fleece. It smells like flowers. Not in a perfumey kind of way, but in a pollen kind of way. It smell like those big white lilies they put in bouquets that make me pray to God nobody gets flowers at work. Or paper whites. Some people like the smell of paper whites. I think they are pretty but the smell makes me want to run screaming. So that’s what my clothing smells like. Fantastic. I took it off for now, I can’t risk a headache developing before noon. (That’s what will happen – massive headache.)

Does all fleece smell like flowers?

Why can’t our jobs have a summer vacation like we used to get when we were kids? I’d be so excited right now because we’d be coming up on summer vacation…we’d all be running around with that excited anticipation you got around this time each year.

But no…no summer off. I’m so bummed.

I’m back at work and strep boy is spending some quality time with my parents. He’s had two (three if you count this morning) doses of antibiotic, so I don’t think he’s particularly contagious anymore, but he had a fever until late yesterday morning so he couldn’t go to school or daycare today (you have to be fever-free for 24 hours). Plus he still sounds horrible, and isn’t eating normally, so I’d just rather he be able to relax at home (or at grandma’s). Which is foolish because he doesn’t really relax when he’s there.

Product recommendation: I wish this had been out three years ago when he was just coming into the age where this would have easily been his favorite toy. And yet, at 6, he still thinks it’s very cool. I like it because it’s rugged, needs no batteries, and requires a little more input from him than one of those $10 slot car sets. This was on sale for $15 at Toyworks: Speedstars Maximum Thrills Raceway.

I wish the State of Massachusetts would hurry up and cash my income tax payment. It’s really screwing up my checkbook. It’s hard enough for me to not screw up my checkbook. I mean, why don’t they just cash them all as soon as they get them? Wouldn’t it make sense, so there’s a greater chance that the money will actually be in someone’s account?

In other news, I need to get my hair cut.

Junior has become my little outdoorsman. If he could play GameCube outside, he could die happy. Yesterday was tee ball in the morning, then a bike ride with his cousins in the afternoon, followed by a little pickup tee ball and then some basketball. Today he rode his bike a bit, and then, something I wouldn’t have suspected, my parents took us to BJs where they picked up a kid’s fishing pole and my dad (who has a fishing license) taught him how to cast down at Whalom. Amazing. He really got the hang of it pretty quickly, and we won’t even talk about the driving rain. It was just not a day to be standing out there, but my dad was pretty into it, or he faked it very well. Now Junior wants to go back tomorrow.

Man, this is really pushing the limits of what his father and I consider a fun way to spend the weekend. I’ll take him fishing as long as I don’t have to bait hooks or remove them from fish (or humans). I have limits.

The following photos are of Junior airborn playing basketball, and the other is of the abandoned rollercoaster at Whalom. My camera batteries died right after I took these so I didn’t get any pictures of Junior fishing. I’ll get some another time.