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( Friday, Mar. 14, 2003 1:28 pm )

>McCall again, plus my other boy, and rich relations

As we speak, I'm babysitting the captain of cute, Baby Boy, though he is now napping, as I would like to be. He's hours off his normal schedule, as usual when he's with me, but come 4 o'clock that'll be Ellie's problem. We've had some good times today so far, although I have managed to injure him once or twice, including some assorted head bonking and scratching his cheek with the tag of his bib (not on purpose, obviously).

I am also really really tired, since I could not sleep last night (for reasons I will explore below) and I still had to get up early to watch the boy. Last night was the date with Call, as you would know if you lived in my brain, which has been on red alert for days. I had such wardrobe difficulties beforehand. I tried on everything I owned and some things of Juney's, and unfortunately every time I thought I was done June would go, "Do you have a different shirt to go with that?" or something, and I'd be off again. She definitely has a sadistic side that I was not aware of. Anyway, the date consisted of sushi and movie rental and was very nice and heartwarming as usual, including some sweet hand holding/stroking and very amusing stories about being a med student (e.g. the importance of not holding/stroking patients). Nevertheless, the kiss thing was hanging over my head the entire time, as I watched it fail to occur at every junction. Finally as I was getting into a cab we hugged and I leaned in for a kiss, which was notably brief and awkward. Just a peck, yet I managed to hit his teeth, I think? Barely even counts. I'm pretty sure he is attracted to me, but just admirably shy or respectful. Let's hope. Anyway, I'm just trying to think, hey, I get to do a little low-grade cuddling with the boy I adore, so that can't be bad. I'm making him dinner some day this week.

So thinking about all of the above made it very very difficult to fall asleep last night. I look around my room now and it's covered in clothes and the bed isn't made for the first time in ages and I'm exhausted, but you know, it's remarkable what a little hand holding can do for your outlook. I'm feeling wholly affectionate in general now, so lucky lucky Baby Boy.

P.S. Since I wrote the above, I was graced with the arrival in the mail of an Amusing European Hat from my aunt (wife to previously mentioned Uncle Peter of big-spending dinner fame). It is a plaid fleece number over a yard in length with an enormous pom pom on the end. It came wrapped in gold paper on which she'd written in marker, in handwriting just like my dad's, "A HAT FROM PRAGUE." That was it. So, in conclusion, I LOVE FOREIGN HATS, BIZARRE AND UNEXPECTED MAIL, AND THE SENSE OF HUMOR OF MY FATHER'S FAMILY. Amen.

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