faulty vision
From the monthly archives: April 2009
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“So we just disembarked, and I’m headed to the baggage claim now. Hobbes was a good boy.”
“Oh … crap. I forgot to leave to pick you up.”
Silence.
“You forgot?”
“I’m leaving now.”
Click.
“Hobbes, your daddy is a goober.”
Hobbes grinned proudly at me. That’s my old man.
“I’m not going to be around for Christmas this year,” Sako said.
“Where’ll you be?” I asked.
“Mexico,” she said, and speared a piece of pickled radish. “Or China,” she added thoughtfully.
“Those are two totally different places.”
“Or Thailand. Or Spain. Or–”
“You haven’t been to Africa.”
She brightened.
“What the hell,” I [...]
Traveling all alone with a 7-month old proved about as traumatizing as I expected, though to be fair, Hobbes behaved far better than I apparently behaved during most of my childhood plane trips. Barring his outraged objections over the change in ear pressure during the takeoff, and the crankiness that kept me roaming up and [...]
It is hot.
It is beyond hot. 93 degrees? That is brain-sizzling hot, and it is Hobbes’s first experience of a heat wave. Babies are not terribly good at self-regulating when it comes to body heat, which explains how it came about that he was rolling around the floor this evening wearing nothing but a [...]
From a Russian coworker who fell in with me while walking down the hall.
“You look all … bitchy today. No, wait, maybe my pronunciation is not so good. I mean you look like you are going to a beach– stop that.”
I laughed for the next five minutes. On my way back to my [...]
I haven’t posted in a while, for the simple reason that I’ve been pretty much exhausted and without leisure for a while. In fact–
Here. Let me quote from my weekly status report to my boss.
The past two weeks have been a series of those domestic disasters that scriptwriters turn into comic scenarios and [...]
“I just had an insight into your mother,” the Guy said.
I was seated on the living room couch, poking through facebook updates. I looked up to find him standing in front of me, swathed in blue flannel.
“What?”
“The way she views medicine,” he said. “You know how she takes medication sometimes [...]
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