Rebecca read the headlines from the front page of the newspaper to me last night. There was something about the killings at Fort Hood. A mass murderer was executed in Virginia. The chief of police got pulled over on a DUI. Public transportation ran behind schedule. Congress fought. Nothing really uplifting was going on. And today it rained all day and I realized that this country really is going to hell in a wicker hand basket that was woven in China. Think about it. We've been the omnipotent presence in the world for generations and we still have to walk around in the rain with an umbrella that might break any moment the wind blows the wrong way.
I remember my picture bible had a shot of Jesus in Nazareth carrying a Totes model that they still make with the same cheap plastic arms it had in B.C. The Georgetown Yacht Club advertises that it's Cinzano umbrellas were purchased from a cafe in Yalta where FDR, Stalin and Churchill had absinthe before holding the conference that launched the cold war. What kind of world do we live in? In all this time someone hasn't been able to improve the umbrella design so that a gust of wind doesn't turn it inside out?
I've probably gone through more umbrellas in my lifetime than I have pairs of socks (Rebecca can attest to that). Granted, I've seen some folks walking around with those vented umbrellas that look like one smaller umbrella placed on top of a larger umbrella, presumably to give a gust of wind a realease. Is that it? That's the improvement the world is waiting for? It's so ugly. But do they work? I can overlook ugly if it works. I don't know anyone who has one. What do those things cost? Who can afford one? Anyone? Please, restore my faith in the world.
Secrets of the Future Revealed - Stay Tuned
Now that the Yankees have reached the promised land of their 27th world championship, and there is no more baseball to watch on t.v., my nights lack meaning. I lack direction. and since even i have to admit i've been at the top of my witty, good-humored game lately, i thought it was time to start up this blog again. though, honestly, it's mostly because my kids, maya and jonah are so damn funny and cute that i want to capture the funny and cute things they do and say so they can read them sometime when they are older and say, "damn, we were funny and cute. why was poppy such a goddamn crank all the time?"
well, that's easy enough to explain. rebecca and i never had a fight before we had kids. now all our fights are over the kids, or caused by the kids and their complete inability to do anything the first through the fourth time you ask them to do it. i will never be the husband who is divorcing his wife and giving his kids the platitude, it wasn't your fault. if rebecca and i ever get divorced you better bet it will so be the kids fault. it will be all because of them! but whatever. i'm not going anywhere. rebeccca does have a crush on this guy named hans who lives down the street and rides a bike. so, i'm not sure what her plans are. she's down the street right now. she told me that she was going to a baby shower. it's eleven o'clock. should pregnant moms-to-be be up this late?
just to get you back into the groove with where we are as a family; Maya is almost seven (December 14) and started first grade this past August. In some ways she is so grown up (the way she can tell a story and roll her eyes and make expressive faces and voice inflections makes me think she might have more talent as a story teller than me!) and in others she is still so exasperating (do we really need to cry for twenty minutes because we don't have eggs in the house?). in all ways she is wonderful. but sometimes i have to remind myself of that truth!
Jonah is obsessed with star wars, guns, swords and sometimes plays to the dark side of the force. he bit one of his friends tonight. that's a first. he doesn't bite. usually he will punch, kick or push them. he's also a big sports fan even though he doesn't quite understand the rules of the games (he's four this past August). But he is committed to playing for the Eagles, the Yankees, and an undisclosed soccer team when he's older. Early retirement, here I come!
What can I say about Rebecca? She still makes me smile. She still makes my mouth dry. I still want to please her. She's still a wonder to me. Like, I wonder why she married me. I wonder why she sticks with me. I wonder why I got so lucky. I wonder if I'll get laid after she reads this? Well, that will be our secret (figure yes) but not much else will be. I'm doing this to tell it like it is. if it feels like rain, i'll write it. but when the sun is shining, i will be too.
well, that's easy enough to explain. rebecca and i never had a fight before we had kids. now all our fights are over the kids, or caused by the kids and their complete inability to do anything the first through the fourth time you ask them to do it. i will never be the husband who is divorcing his wife and giving his kids the platitude, it wasn't your fault. if rebecca and i ever get divorced you better bet it will so be the kids fault. it will be all because of them! but whatever. i'm not going anywhere. rebeccca does have a crush on this guy named hans who lives down the street and rides a bike. so, i'm not sure what her plans are. she's down the street right now. she told me that she was going to a baby shower. it's eleven o'clock. should pregnant moms-to-be be up this late?
just to get you back into the groove with where we are as a family; Maya is almost seven (December 14) and started first grade this past August. In some ways she is so grown up (the way she can tell a story and roll her eyes and make expressive faces and voice inflections makes me think she might have more talent as a story teller than me!) and in others she is still so exasperating (do we really need to cry for twenty minutes because we don't have eggs in the house?). in all ways she is wonderful. but sometimes i have to remind myself of that truth!
Jonah is obsessed with star wars, guns, swords and sometimes plays to the dark side of the force. he bit one of his friends tonight. that's a first. he doesn't bite. usually he will punch, kick or push them. he's also a big sports fan even though he doesn't quite understand the rules of the games (he's four this past August). But he is committed to playing for the Eagles, the Yankees, and an undisclosed soccer team when he's older. Early retirement, here I come!
What can I say about Rebecca? She still makes me smile. She still makes my mouth dry. I still want to please her. She's still a wonder to me. Like, I wonder why she married me. I wonder why she sticks with me. I wonder why I got so lucky. I wonder if I'll get laid after she reads this? Well, that will be our secret (figure yes) but not much else will be. I'm doing this to tell it like it is. if it feels like rain, i'll write it. but when the sun is shining, i will be too.
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