Mittwoch
Tuesday, February 14, 2006I keep driving past the fisherman's wharf. The one who passed away. His lobster traps sit neatly stacked, placed there by his fishing family. But there is no boat. Just a wharf with traps. At this time of year, every wharf is loaded with traps and there is always a boat tied firmly to it. Now, we have a constant reminder, along with the dark cold ocean out my window. When the desk was delivered, the delivery men said wow, what a view. Yeah, look straight out, said Mr. C....that's where the fisherman died. Sigh. The funeral will be on Saturday.
I visited the babysitter today. To take her cookies and magazines and a card from the boys. She will not be caring for the babe again until mid-March. Mr. C's mother discovered last evening that we had no childcare for the babe; Oh, you'll work it out... she says. No offer. Just nothing. But then she quickly changes the topic of conversation to her wall paper peeling woes of the upstairs bathroom. This is a true story folks. Great to have family like this, huh? Thanks for nothing. My lovely father, on the other hand, will come to care for the babe tomorrow. Both of their faces light up when they see one another. What a wonderful Opa he is.
Three cheers for Opa; hip hip hooray!...
9:15 PM
I would totally babysit for you if I didn't live so far away. And I swear today is baby day. My best friend found out she is having a little girl and my best guy friends girl went into labor around noon.
I hope your valentines is wonderful.
xoxo