3/11/10
Last night Lilah jumped on the bed. Spot was in bed with me. My wife was watching her stories in the other room. I count myself fortunate because Lilah attacked my fingers twice. Nothing big, just whapping me with a paw but I was happy to have a little interaction. Sadly the phone on my camera is shit and I couldn't get evidence of her visit. On the other hand when my wife came to bed she saw Lilah jump off and run out of the room. Lee says Lilah's been bolder around her. Lilah will eventually come out of her shell. I hope.
One of the things I like out here is watching all the birds. Red tailed hawks over the Garden State Parkway as I drive through the northern remains of the Pine Barrens. Sometimes when I'm leaving work I'll see geese, seagulls and ducks flying overhead. Their bodies are so strange in flight and can't help but stop a moment to watch them undulate through the sky.
I've learned that this weekend is going to be an 'event'. Saint Patrick's Day along with my wife's family celebrating everyone's birthday which fell in February and March. Looks like Saturday is going to be inordinately rainy to the point that everyone's going to be packed like sardines into a tiny beach house. Thing is that my wife and her sister are at odds, the latter being exceedingly irrational and unnecessarily cruel, and her sister will be there along with the off-limits nieces and nephews. The kids are being used as spiteful ammunition but it seems they're handling things well and will do what they want regardless (or irregardless [hi maribou]) of their mother's dictate.
Still they're not old enough to drive. Fortunately they live in New York which means they're not going to get "PLEASE MISTER STATE TROOPER, KINDLY PROFILE ME SO YOU CAN PAD OUT YOUR REVENUE GOALS" stickers for being under the age of twenty one. Of course their days are overscheduled with overachiever nonsense that they still wouldn't have time to give their aunt the time they all deserve with each other.
Last night Lilah jumped on the bed. Spot was in bed with me. My wife was watching her stories in the other room. I count myself fortunate because Lilah attacked my fingers twice. Nothing big, just whapping me with a paw but I was happy to have a little interaction. Sadly the phone on my camera is shit and I couldn't get evidence of her visit. On the other hand when my wife came to bed she saw Lilah jump off and run out of the room. Lee says Lilah's been bolder around her. Lilah will eventually come out of her shell. I hope.
One of the things I like out here is watching all the birds. Red tailed hawks over the Garden State Parkway as I drive through the northern remains of the Pine Barrens. Sometimes when I'm leaving work I'll see geese, seagulls and ducks flying overhead. Their bodies are so strange in flight and can't help but stop a moment to watch them undulate through the sky.
I've learned that this weekend is going to be an 'event'. Saint Patrick's Day along with my wife's family celebrating everyone's birthday which fell in February and March. Looks like Saturday is going to be inordinately rainy to the point that everyone's going to be packed like sardines into a tiny beach house. Thing is that my wife and her sister are at odds, the latter being exceedingly irrational and unnecessarily cruel, and her sister will be there along with the off-limits nieces and nephews. The kids are being used as spiteful ammunition but it seems they're handling things well and will do what they want regardless (or irregardless [hi maribou]) of their mother's dictate.
Still they're not old enough to drive. Fortunately they live in New York which means they're not going to get "PLEASE MISTER STATE TROOPER, KINDLY PROFILE ME SO YOU CAN PAD OUT YOUR REVENUE GOALS" stickers for being under the age of twenty one. Of course their days are overscheduled with overachiever nonsense that they still wouldn't have time to give their aunt the time they all deserve with each other.
