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Party's Over
Apr. 8th, 2007 11:21 pmToday, as we were walking to the train station (preparatory to visiting Steve’s parents in Mississauga), Cal suddenly--apropos of totally nothing--announced: "I like pirates!"
"You like pirates?" I asked.
He nodded. "I like pirates!"
"...okay."
And I suppose it could be true; I don't know why he'd say it, otherwise. Though I also wasn't entirely sure how he even knew what pirates were, until I remembered this book Steve's been reading him off and on for about a year, called HOW I BECAME A PIRATE. That would explain it, I thought, because it did.
Later, after Easter dinner, we found out that Steve’s Dad had made and mounted an (IMNSHO) unflatteringly accurate charcoal sketch of me, which I guess we’re now going to have to hang in some particularly prominent place. On the other hand, they’d also gotten us a new microwave as an anniversary present and bought two pieces of furniture for Cal—a big boy bed, which I think we’ll hold off on until we can be reasonably sure he knows what we mean when we say "get in there, stay still, be quiet, and please don’t get up and destroy the apartment once we’re asleep", plus a nine-bin Thomas the Tank Engine "toy organizer" shelf thingie, which we did take home with us (hoping against hope that its presence means we can reclaim our lowest shelves). All in all, a nice evening and some wonderful kindness; as ever, I’m very grateful.
Now I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing tomorrow, and why my hip hurts so much. Standing for an hour and a half in church this morning probably didn’t help, though the liturgy was certainly very lovely. And my little fingers have also started aching again.
Oh, and before I go: I finally saw The Lost Room, that Sci Fi channel miniseries everybody’s been recommending to me. Amazing! Fantastic, dark, wryly humorous, fairly heart-wrenching. I loved its mystery, its open-endedness, all its eccentric characters, the Objects themselves. But most of all, I loved Peter Krause as Detective Joe Miller, Abbott to everybody else’s Costello/Monster Mash. He completely convinced me that he was a cop, that he was smart, that he could be ruthless, and that he was an unrepentantly, integrally good man. Six hours well-spent.
And now, the carnival is officially over: Real stuff needs doing, before school eats my brain again. Adieux, all.
"You like pirates?" I asked.
He nodded. "I like pirates!"
"...okay."
And I suppose it could be true; I don't know why he'd say it, otherwise. Though I also wasn't entirely sure how he even knew what pirates were, until I remembered this book Steve's been reading him off and on for about a year, called HOW I BECAME A PIRATE. That would explain it, I thought, because it did.
Later, after Easter dinner, we found out that Steve’s Dad had made and mounted an (IMNSHO) unflatteringly accurate charcoal sketch of me, which I guess we’re now going to have to hang in some particularly prominent place. On the other hand, they’d also gotten us a new microwave as an anniversary present and bought two pieces of furniture for Cal—a big boy bed, which I think we’ll hold off on until we can be reasonably sure he knows what we mean when we say "get in there, stay still, be quiet, and please don’t get up and destroy the apartment once we’re asleep", plus a nine-bin Thomas the Tank Engine "toy organizer" shelf thingie, which we did take home with us (hoping against hope that its presence means we can reclaim our lowest shelves). All in all, a nice evening and some wonderful kindness; as ever, I’m very grateful.
Now I’m trying to figure out what I’m doing tomorrow, and why my hip hurts so much. Standing for an hour and a half in church this morning probably didn’t help, though the liturgy was certainly very lovely. And my little fingers have also started aching again.
Oh, and before I go: I finally saw The Lost Room, that Sci Fi channel miniseries everybody’s been recommending to me. Amazing! Fantastic, dark, wryly humorous, fairly heart-wrenching. I loved its mystery, its open-endedness, all its eccentric characters, the Objects themselves. But most of all, I loved Peter Krause as Detective Joe Miller, Abbott to everybody else’s Costello/Monster Mash. He completely convinced me that he was a cop, that he was smart, that he could be ruthless, and that he was an unrepentantly, integrally good man. Six hours well-spent.
And now, the carnival is officially over: Real stuff needs doing, before school eats my brain again. Adieux, all.
