- 23 August 2004 -
In a month I will be 23. Ancient! Also very young! Also right in the
middle. It's my whatever that birthday is called, the one where you
turn your age on the matching date. Yeah. That one.
Friday we baby-sat Max, who somehow acquired mad verbal and motor
skills. What happened to "app!" and "ba-oon" and "Matsss!"? What is
this "let's climb to New Jersey at the top of the flagpole and there's a
tank of lemonade!"?? And this "I am an acrobat in the shower my name is
Acker not Acrobat I am picking berries from the shower they are
cantaloupe berries I am an acrobat and I throw berries at you!"
Me: I made a wolf noise.
Max: I can't make a wolf noise.
Me: I bet you could learn how to make a wolf noise, though.
Max: (sadly) No. I can't learn how.
My learning curve has once again been proven pretty much nonexistent,
as I have allowed two separate pairs of new shoes to chew the hell out
of my feet twice in the space of a couple weeks. I bought a product
called Second Skin to repair them. Creepy, but effective. Now I can go
back to battling the shoes. I will conquer! I cannot let the brilliant
orange sneakers go!
This has been the best and beautifullest August ever in the world ever.
Yesterday felt like fall already and we opened the window and let the
cats make fools of themselves sitting on the sill and sniffing
uncontrollably at air that actually smells like stuff. Mmmmm! Dirty
pigeon scent! Fascinating.