April 21, 2010
Typical Evening
We went to dinner last night at a nice neighborhood restaurant. As we were settling the bill, I noticed that the lovely young woman at the table next to us had ordered a bottle of wine (as we had)–though she was alone with her two children. My first thought was, damn, this makes me feel better about myself. My second thought was concern about her driving–judging by her high heels, there’s no way they had walked. My third thought was bafflement as she opened the youngest child’s drink cup and poured wine into it. We’re talking a two-year-old. That made me feel really good about myself, and really concerned about the woman and her kids.
So we drove home, and I heard a sound coming from our mail box. It was a card that had been mailed from Greece, and it was playing “Easter Parade.” From Phil, of course. It took us a good ten minutes to disable the thing. I suppose the card played off and on all the way from Crete! Mia asked who had sent it, and I told her, and she said, “Oh, I remember–the man from England. Pill!”
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there’s so many layers to this I’m just letting it dissolve.
Well, Cindy, once Jesus starts singing “Easter Parade” there really is no stopping him. In life and in death.
Perhaps feeding the kid booze made her feel better about her intoxication – she was never going to pass that sobriety test in heels!
“You’ll find that you’re/In the rotogravure . . . ”
“Mama, what’s a rotogravure?”
Jesus has a surprisingly tinny hum to him. But, then, he’d been singing all the way from Crete. Still, he’s Jesus.
This is all too deep for me!
Oh Mia, so cute! Didn’t Pill say he’s never had a nickname? Cindy, if that’s a typical evening I wouldn’t mind living your life.
He has one now!
I hate nicknames, but, Mia can call me Pill.
Okay, Miss Mia only. Because she’s so cute.
Cute is important – if one person uses it then it is more of a pet name rather than a nickname!
I am Mia’s pet Pill.