Tuesday, September 2, 2008
me, on moving day (whenever that may be)
i know it's really not like me, but i don't have much to say lately. we had a fun weekend with auntie, her bf, and my parents. we looked at some apartments, one of which had deep pink carpeting to match the slanted floors and missing cabinet doors. it's sad to me when i see a perfectly good space left to sag and collect cheap paint. because it was a perfectly good space with a porch, a deck, good sized rooms, and a backyard.
the next two places were in better neighborhoods and much better cared for, but are far away and a little more expensive. one was bigger and newer than the other, but it was in one of those "parade" neighborhoods where, as auntie's bf puts it, "you want to start throwing candy at the people sitting outside on their porches and their curbs, staring as you drive by." what's up with the nice apartment in the nice neighborhood i spoke of earlier, you ask? because someone said the complex next door is a little shady. i'm still quite in love with it, though. and all the other houses around it are new and nice. and it's a good deal. so i will keep asking around about it.
i feel like i should have some punkin stories. hmmm. i've been wondering lately whether or not making the trip to a fragile x clinic would be worth our time and energy. i thought initially that i would wait until i was pretty sure punkin needed to start some medication to help him at school, but why wait until the bottom falls out? maybe it would be good to establish a relationship now? what do you think? really, i wouldn't ask if i didn't want your opinion.
i can't believe how much a small child can control a situation. we think we're in charge, but it's a farce. on sunday night, six adults sat around the dinner table unable to continue eating their steaks and corn on the cob until we put "hands up" and went through the motions of "tick tock," a poem punkin's class recites before they eat lunch. we repeated it twice until the eldest and wisest adults brazenly announced, "enough!"
the poem goes something like this:
hands up (pointer fingers at attention)
tick tock, tick tock, [something something] lunch (pointer fingers move side to side)
up (hands up)
down (hands down)
in front (get it?)
behind (i hope you caught on)
hands in your lap