today mac: saw the beach for the first time, ran from the ocean (it is, you know, scary), decided standing in shallow ocean tide was ok, discovered playing in really wet sand is fun, rode amusement rides for the first time, worried about people laughing at him in a sleeveless shirt but later went out in pajamas and one of my scraves tied around his neck as a cape, AND met his first non-friend or family babysitter (first babysit date is in 2 weeks!).
tomorrow - first swimming pool, and hopefully a bike rental with training wheels.
I am agog that there are Buffistas who had not heard of Emperor Norton before today.
He's like a saint to me, or something.
Yay for mac. Cutehead seeing new things.
I had a good dinner with good folks, one or both of which might help me find a new job (even though I am in NO WAY looking yet). So that's good. But I was out too late! Stupid downtown.
Too late? You're already home and posting! That's not too late!
Though I guess maybe if it was just dinner, that's late.
t thinks of running ot catch last metro train last night/technically this morning...
I'm old! Out past ten on a school night is too late! Especially with SYTYCD still to watch!
Eeee! I just finished watching, Jesse! The results show was fun.
Last night I admit I didn't leave until about 9:45, so...
I think the thunder is thwarting me.
Tell mac (if you'd like) that an almost 32-year old still gets freaked out by the ocean. I don't mind it, per se, I mind the horizon. It's too high. The lizard brain think it's below it and gonna drown. It's lovely, it's just wrong. I'm ok most of the time, then I start to get stomache cramps.
It's not riptides and such. It's the unfamiliar.
I love the ocean like you wouldn't believe. I have the exact opposite reaction to sara's.
It occurs to me that I haven't even thought to start planning thanksgiving this year. thoughts?
Yeah, I love the ocean more than anything. I like to walk out chest deep and look to the horizon.
my secret hope is that he will prefer the swimming pool. I don't mind the ocean as long as I am in a house or hotel by a pool looking at it. It's the stuff in it and the sand that gets on everything and the salt that stay on you.