Not feeling like blogging this weekend.
I finally got a monitor and have procrastinated on setting it up, in part because that means moving the last gargantuan thing out of the office and my foot still hurts after the torn ligament/basement stairs incident. And in part because I’ve been busy knitting a shirt/sweater that ended up way too short despite following all the directions and matching gauge. I ripped back successfully for the first time ever and am starting over from the waist increase. Man, did that piss me off.
Ethan still isn’t better. After yet another call to the doctor we’ve decided that E either has the viral version of conjunctivitis (i.e. nasty, nasty pink eye) or Fifth Disease, which has no treatment other than suffering through a fever. He looks miserable. A cold bath and a jug of water later and he still looks miserable.
I attended a wedding today. One of my oldest friends (in fact, my first boyfriend ever) got married to another long time friend on very short notice. It was a sweet wedding, very simple. Inbetween laughing at the noisy crew of children and holding back the requisite wedding tears, I was struck by the culture gap between friends and family. All the family members appeared very conservative, traditional wear, etc. There was ink and hair galore in the friend crowd. A large group of friends left immediately after the afternoon service to go to a bar and get drunk even before the cake was cut. I found this rather rude. Nonetheless, I couldn’t expect much more. This town gets smaller by the day and I find myself increasingly disappointed with the vast majority of my peers. Apparently I’m getting old.
Afterward, my mother and I had a long conversation about marriage and travel and the future, in which I told her I don’t imagine myself getting married anytime soon. If ever, really. Despite my romantic inclinations, I just don’t see it happening. Even as I bumble through life, I don’t see myself bumbling through it with a life partner. I now value my independence enough that I don’t know I want to give it up.
Also, I watched “Lost In Translation” last night and don’t get why everyone is mooning over Scarlett Johansson. I think we give way too much credit to the young’uns before they have a chance to show us what they’ve really got. Bill Murray, though. He was good.
Tonight’s plans: watch movies I don’t like, reknit the damn shirt, gaze guiltily at the dishes and laundry, brush the cat, and wake up Ethan for another round of medicine. Thrills galore.