thursday morning
“Any World (That I’m Welcome To)”
    “If I had my way
    I would move to another lifetime
    I’d quit my job
    Ride the train through the misty nighttime
    I’ll be ready when my feet touch ground
    Wherever I come down
    And if the folks will have me
    Then they’ll have me…”
— Steely Dan (from “Katy Lied”)
My son is worried I’ll die during surgery. Because he knows that when they give dogs a shot and “make them go to sleep” they stay asleep. They die. I won’t die, I’ll be okay, baby. There’s no other option here. My daughter is worried about garbage. Too much garbage, all piling up.
“What do you think it will be like when we’re grown up, the whole world, piled up with all the garbage? Cars and garbage?”
me: “Have you been reading Blake Nelson?”
her: “No, just thinking.”
I wish that Steve, the kids and I were going on a big road trip over the holidays. We like to go to L.A. for Christmas, and San Diego. We have friends and family there — all we have to spring for is gas and admission to Disneyland. Sometimes they’re running a “locals only” deal at Disneyland and our family gets us in for cheap.
Ah, que sera, sera, huh?
Need to work out now, then locate Steve and the kids. They’re in nests upstairs, hibernating. Did I tell you that my sister is getting married in December? (surgery is a few days after. yes, my mom did ask me to resked the surgery until “later.” I wish. it’s not me going on the honeymoon, the calendar is just fine, thanks. wish I could resked but… you know.)
i’m just going to try to think about how nice it is that she’s getting married not only to one of the coolest guys in the world, but one of steve’s best friends, to boot. The Red-Headed Guy. She’s a great girl, he’s a great guy. Mazel tov to them. let’s just think about that and daydream for awhile.





 

