28 June
I left out a couple of things from my account yesterday, and they were such nice lines that I don't want them to go to waste in my head. I spent about four hours writing that entry, too, I have no idea how I could have forgotten anything!
The first one was that getting off the train at 125th St. to change for the bus I thought that probably that subway station hadn't seen such a collection of pasty-faced hippy-ish people in shorts in Tevas or Birkenstocks with Celtic tattoos on their calves since, well, since last year's Fleadh!
The other was that, as I said, Andria had hurt her foot so she passed on her ticket to me, who ended up in the hospital! I think that the only conclusion is that the ticket itself is at fault, and I'm going to have to cleanse the stub by burning it or something in order to remove the curse from our houses.
Or something like that...
I spent yesterday happily outdoors.
But Kymm, I hear you cry, you got sick from being outdoors on Saturday, how could you do the same thing on Sunday?
Ah but you see, Grasshopper, I spent Saturday in the sun, I spent Sunday sitting in the shade, feeling the breeze, and, most importantly, soaking my feet in the wading pool.
That was the key. You can't be hot with your feet in a wading pool. When the water would get less than icy cold, I'd dump it out and fill it again. It was glorious. I realized that's what I needed at the Fleadh, but at $3 per 20 oz bottle of water, it would have been mighty expensive to fill!
So I just sat there all day, futzing on the internet, reading a friend's journal (not journal) that is just so great that I wish I could link it, but since it's only for friends and family, I must restrain myself.
Listening to my Imagine Radio station, that totally had a hard-on for Johnny Cash and Southern Comfort on the Skids yesterday, not to mention "Deja Vu" by Crosby Stills and Nash and "Liverpool" by Suzanne Vega, which I heard three times each.
Watching the cats, trying to discourage them from jumping over the fence or wiggling through the fence or doing anything fence-related at all. Also watching Baldrick try to catch butterflies, seeing him launch himself gymnastically into the air and totally missing every time, but looking really cool as he did.
Finding lots of cool bugs. I saw just about all of my favourites--butterflies (see above), sow bugs, a ladybug (rescued by me from the pool), and an earthworm (technically not a bug, but you know what I mean--also rescued by me from my step and transferred into the garden).
Molly and Bonnie and Fran came out at one point and the kids got into the pool. Fran was surprised that it was so nice outdoors when it was awful inside, but he's such a city boy that it doesn't occur to him that it's nice to sit in the garden.
He went to McDonald's to get dinner, leaving Molly with me, where I tried to talk her out of reacting with horror to every bug in sight.
"SCREAM!!"
"What is it, Molls?"
"A bad buggy!"
"Molly, it's just an ant!"
"SCREAM!!"
"Bugs are bad buggies when they are inside, they live outside, so it's okay that they are here! The ant is just going around on its little ant business, it won't hurt you, ignore it."
She was a little leery of my conclusion, but she calmed down about the bugs. Except for when a fly the size of a pinhead was buzzing around her cheeseburger, they could probably hear her shrieks of woe in Finland.
The other cool subvert-the-parent's-values moment was when Molly pointed to the tat on my chest.
"Who put that there?"
"Who do you think did it?"
"Katie!"
"No, the tattoo man did."
"Why?"
"I asked him to. I wanted him to put this little heart here, so he did and it won't ever come off."
"But ink just washes off!"
"No, he put the ink on a needle and stuck it into me and it doesn't come off."
"I'm gonna get a tattoo."
"Well, you can in about fifteen years, you need to be grown-up to get a tattoo." And your father will need to be dead, I didn't say.
"I want the tattoo man to stick me with a needle, and I want it to be just like yours, Kymmie, but I want it to be on my arm!"
I'm a baaaaad influence, I am. heeheehee...
Today's horoscope:
Be alert for a business opportunity or a chance to show your worth on the job. You gain respect.
One year ago today:
Were the designers of this toy even told the plot?
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