if i go out at all
they loved eating and running.
back to the desert with them. mom hadn't planned
on babysitting. after five kids, and those five
being us, who would? my dad and younger sister
ended up sticking around with me through a
movie for the kids. afterwards they said to
tell my brolaw that they stuck around as long
as they could. what? tell me that, i'm the one
stuck with them when they've driven every one
else crazy and away. after a while i start
worrying that maybe the loss of his wife for a
month and the prospect of four boys to take care
of, well, i was wondering if he hadn't decided to
take an extra long time getting back from the air-
port. maybe take a thoughtless drive through the
scenery. meanwhile back at the zoo i'm chasing
the two youngest down the street and around the
corner through the neighborhood.
i was gonna go out and catch a movie, but my
body, bank account, and box office showtimes
talked me out of it. they all got together and
presented me with the reality that, hey man,
you are tired from that burrito, and you're
almost broke, and the next showing of awesome-
summertime-smash-hit isn't until after ten. so
how about instead of depleting your very limited
resources, you have a light workout and read/write
/watch something and get to bed.
which is pretty much what happened. light workout.
watched being john malkovich for the second or
third time. edited out the late, last few, whiny,
pretentious sentences from this entry. and now
it's tuesday.
i am not going to stay up for another hour hoping
that if i just get tired enough, my thoughts will
more easily become words. but i want to.
back to the desert with them. mom hadn't planned
on babysitting. after five kids, and those five
being us, who would? my dad and younger sister
ended up sticking around with me through a
movie for the kids. afterwards they said to
tell my brolaw that they stuck around as long
as they could. what? tell me that, i'm the one
stuck with them when they've driven every one
else crazy and away. after a while i start
worrying that maybe the loss of his wife for a
month and the prospect of four boys to take care
of, well, i was wondering if he hadn't decided to
take an extra long time getting back from the air-
port. maybe take a thoughtless drive through the
scenery. meanwhile back at the zoo i'm chasing
the two youngest down the street and around the
corner through the neighborhood.
i was gonna go out and catch a movie, but my
body, bank account, and box office showtimes
talked me out of it. they all got together and
presented me with the reality that, hey man,
you are tired from that burrito, and you're
almost broke, and the next showing of awesome-
summertime-smash-hit isn't until after ten. so
how about instead of depleting your very limited
resources, you have a light workout and read/write
/watch something and get to bed.
which is pretty much what happened. light workout.
watched being john malkovich for the second or
third time. edited out the late, last few, whiny,
pretentious sentences from this entry. and now
it's tuesday.
i am not going to stay up for another hour hoping
that if i just get tired enough, my thoughts will
more easily become words. but i want to.