Did the baby shower thing today. We’ve been to two in the last two weeks. Everyone is pregnant at my partner’s work
place, and it seems like each and every one of them is having a boy. I honestly thought my baby shower years were
over and done with. I’m going to be 43
and most of my friends have already had their brood. I have five, and I am certainly done with
reproduction. Every baby shower holds
the same activities for its participants.
I can honestly say I am not interested in wrapping another streamer
around anyone else’s pregnant belly. My
time is usually spent assuaging the expectant mother’s fears of labor, delivery
and nursing. My physique on the other
hand does not leave them with much post-partum hope.
Currently we are on our way to Wichita Falls, “City Lights”
parade. We haven’t even celebrated
Thanksgiving, and we are basically celebrating Christmas. Attendance at this parade is an annual
tradition for my partner’s family. So we
are driving three hours to stand in the cold and watch people walk or ride down
the street throwing candy at kids. I am
wearing one of my new pieces – marketing, marketing, marketing. And I am carrying my business cards just in
case someone notices. Someone did notice
earlier at the baby shower so I am hoping for a new customer soon.
I drive a red mini cooper (whom I fondly named Maxine – I
enjoy irony.) I love my car – we zip around town together getting all sorts of
compliments. I need to get a “Born to
Bead” license plate cover and we will be the perfect pair. My partner is
driving now and I feel nice and relaxed.
The weekends are better for my anxiety and depression – not being home
alone helps tremendously. Beads and dogs
are great but they seriously lack conversational skills.
Christmas Before Thanksgiving |
Won’t be able to bead today (unless of course I
can’t sleep again). I miss the creative
process when I cannot engage in it. But
today is about business promotion. Gave
a card out at the shower, and maybe I can hand one more out today (if I don’t
freeze to death). Gonna spend some quality time with the woman I love and with
family. Weekends are always too short.
My nephew is on this float somewhere - with his cub scout troup. |
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