june 24, 2002.

I'm going to say this now so it'll be out of the way: the Boy is a very demanding companion. Not because he's needy or greedy or helpless; but because he's fun and cool and capable and busy. When he's working late shifts, as he was today, we spend almost the entire day together. This lends itself well to errands & chores as well as outings & conversations. Basically, my time goes away when he's around; he fills my day like bread dough fills a bowl. I spend less time writing, less time making important phone calls and less time tending the garden of web sites I've been growing this year.

(Actually, these are all good things. I need to take myself a little less seriously most of the time.)

Anyway, you may be wondering why my Convergence site, which has been 2 stories away from completion for over a week, is not done yet. This is why: when I sit down to write, I'm exhausted from running around with the Boy. Today we bought groceries, a new 6-foot dowel, a flea collar for Ceilidh & some storage boxes for his unwieldy collection of tapes. I put in an application for a new criminal record check and took a trip to the clinic to find my TB-free record. It's exhaustin' I tells ya. I mean, okay...we didn't get out of bed until 10 a.m. ... and we played joust in the parking lot with our new pole. But really you should pity our tireless running-of-errands. Because we are, for the most part, humourless automatons. With poles. And a flea collar.

Ah, who am I kidding?

We went to the choir party yesterday. No leeches this year - thank heavens - and quite a few more 20-somethings to round out the demographics. I ended up trading "young married girl" stories with the other two young married altos while the Boy talked the ear off the intriguing new organist (it turns out that the Boy saw him perform with Christina the Shameless' sister some years back. Yeah, it's still a small world after all.)

We travelled with little Caro (a.k.a. baby cougar), trying desperately to keep up with her 6-year-old energy and failing miserably. On the way back we held her as she slept, finally tapped out after a day of swimming, eating, tumbling and swinging in the hammock. She makes me wish I were 6. She makes me wish I could stay to see her grow up.

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