Nightmares and Other Happenings (1 Comment)
Don’t worry, I am still semi-sane and The Boy is still alive. The Toy Shotgun is, very sadly (sarcasm dripping from every word) , having many misfires- I think from bent darts. Some darts are lost, some are broken, sigh, it really is a shame. (snicker) I’ve had to listen to the Buyer’s remorse that he should have bought the other toy gun and how he likes the other gun he has better and why. There is only so much that I can listen to and maintain a sympathetic face but I try valiantly.
Finally, after about ten years, I purchased new glasses in August. Not that anyone has noticed. I went from larger round shaped lenses to stylish, smaller rectangular shaped ones and NO ONE noticed. Or at least said anything. Maybe they are being polite and since they can’t think of anything nice to say, they aren’t saying anything. But, anyway, I like them. I took them off on Saturday because I was getting a lovely back rub from Col. Panic and somehow they ended up on the floor… where a Pixie stomped on them. Pixies can do damage. Now they are lopsided and crooked on my face. I feel sloped when I wear them, like I have to keep adjusting my head. So I am back to my old glasses. I wore the old ones to Church yesterday. No one noticed. I will have to take the new ones in to be fixed because I can’t get them right myself. But I am sure no one will notice either way.
We received the wonderful news that a friend of ours is expecting their first baby and I think that news planted a seed in my sub-conscious because I had a dream Saturday night that The Col. was wanting another baby. In my dream, I was thinking- “but I’ve given everything away! What was I to do? ” And then all the complications that would arise with a new baby. What was he thinking? At my age??!!? Cue the hysterical laughter.
It ain’t gunna happen folks.
Oddly, in our family, it was only the youngest who ever showed interest in any type of toy gun (that is, once we were past the cowboys-and-Indians thing with the neighbors, with most events transpiring in their chicken house) and she skipped straight to BBs. Go ahead — ask my mom sometime how she feels about toy or toy-ish guns. She agrees with you!
Funny thing on that first baby business. It’s a lot of work, right down to having to wallpaper the closet. For real. Also there’s a lot of grin-and-nod. A co-worker (male) this morning suggested home birth (illegal in my state). Another former co-worker (who only left us a week ago) and her husband were done with children at three, but now are (surprise) expecting twins. I suspect Nos. 4 and 5 will be their version of a lot of work, especially since No. 3 is still in diapers.
And as a postscript, I returned to contacts after several (maybe seven?) years of just glasses, and got three comments. I guess I’m marginally ahead of you, with marginally being the keyword.
Comment by kn. — October 16, 2007 @ 6:33 am