Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I'm waiting for the man...

And for march, when V for Vendetta will be out. I re-bought the comic yesterday, I had it ages ago, but lost or sold it in the many moves. Most of my comics are in boxes in the garage right now, and I keep debating weather or not I will keep them. It seems very silly, to want to keep them on the off-chance that the little boy will want the m when he's a disaffected youth, as I'm sure he'll want nothing to do with anything that I like. But still, some of the best parts of my childhood were 'accidental' discoveries of things that people had put away in garages. I remember finding my dad's stash of Conan the Barbarian books. Loved those. And in going through the bookstore my mom's friend either owned or managed....They'd chat and have tea, and I would wander the isles just looking at all the bookcovers, fascinated. I popped into a comicbook shop yesterday with little boy in tow, on the possibility that they might have a Jayne Cobb doll that I could knit a very tiny hat for, and I saw how the boy was deep in thought looking at all the covers. Some were really not to my liking as far as violence and undressed women...But none that made me want to cover his eyes either. I let him have a long look. And then we tried to find some clone wars comics, but no dice!

I'm tearing up the kitchen again, right now. It's a disaster! I have to get it clean if I want to watch battlestar galactica tonight, that's what I've told myself. That, or all laundry folded and PUT AWAY. The putting away is very hard for some reason.

The husband is at soccer tonight, so little boy and I are on our own for dinner, which almost always means mac 'n yac.

I am having a bit of a knitting rest, I still have husband socks on the needles, but the toe decreases are bothering me, and I don't want to rip it right yet. The sister scarf is almost done, but so boring. And my father's tam needs a pom pom. Plenty to do, but no motivation. Wintertime slackerism.

And it's not like I'll have all this free time soon, or any really. In less than two months I'll be getting the infant! Full time, early to rise, infant. Wow. I said I'd never watch another baby, it's just not worth it to me, but somehow my friends keep reproducing, and I just can't say no! The babies is so cute! And I really do appreciate how difficult it is to find a caretaker that you can trust and afford. I've had people I never even met before call me to ask if I can sit their children tomorrow. It's hard out there. And it's hard for the caretakers. The pay is low, when you think about it. And the hours are long, and the healthcare is non-existent. I am happy to help my friends, and I know I'll adore this infant within moments. I've already taken him for a walk, and he was very cheerful until he got hungry. Aren't we all?

I need the money, too. I'm going to open an account to pay my share of bills and the little boy's fencing lessons, and school uniforms. Kindergarten next year, I can hardly believe it! I think he'll do ok, what he doesn't know he'll pick up soon enough, but I worry about this defiance that has exploded out of him lately. I am sure it is only for me and his dad, but man, five is just full of ultimatums and screams of denial.

I have a small junior accordian that I got at the thrift store, and I am trying to figure out how to play sea shanties. It's hard. 14 notes, and so very hard. I'm just not musical.

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