Kelley bought the minivan. I asked her if she felt like she'd sold her soul, and she said it did yesterday but not as much today. The battle goes on.
While I was over in Jepson today I talked with Lee a bit. He, like many people I know, dreams of becoming suddenly rich someday so he can abandon the mundane working world. Lee's not alone, either. My friend Brian can tell me to the dollar how he would spend a million dollars, and how the plans change if it's two million.
It's a shame: the dream is an admission that the dreamer is unhappy or at least dissatisfied with the path life is taking. Perhaps they're looking for more control over things; perhaps they believe it's a solution. Brian would probably tell me that he's not planning on it, just open to the possibilities wealth creates. I don't play the lottery, and I wouldn't want to: I don't want to waste time dreaming of a life like that. And I wouldn't want to live that way. If I can't get there on my own, it's not worth going.
It was supposed to rain today, so I decided before going to work that I wouldn't walk home. Besides the rain, I needed to spend some extra time in my office organizing things. Jean worked late as well (I think she needed to work late more than I did), and we finished up around seven. While I was waiting for Jean to pick me up I stood outside and talked with one of the University Police officers who had been helping someone outside Maryland Hall who couldn't get into the building. He lit a cigarette and we talked about the weather. I could see the stars again tonight, but the air was thick with moisture. We both figured that when the rain came tonight, it would come quickly.
Jean picked me up and we went to the pharmacy so she could pick something up. I ran down to Ukrops (a grocery store here in Richmond) to see if they had any plain bagels left. As I suspected, they were out. I joined Jean back at the pharmacy and then we went home.
We watched Mad About You tonight. We both used to watch the show all the time. We lost interest somewhere along the way, and tonight was the first episode we've watched in over a year. I was mostly interested in watching to see the Stomp cast members on the show. Jean and I saw Stomp a year ago when it came to town. It was a last minute decision to go, and we both loved it. Mad About You was okay. I liked the miming Paul and Jamie had to do, and how they played against the Stomp rhythms from upstairs.
According to The Pregnancy Journal, baby has eyelashes today. We've
got 82 days to go according to the book (Jean says it's a few days
more than that). Then everything changes. I still can't imagine
what that's going to be like. And I'm not sure I really want to.
I've never been big on projecting how things will be or might be.
These things reveal themselves in the fullness of time. Today isn't
the day to think about going for a walk with my daughter: it's the
day to think about Jean and the incredible experience she is having.
She's cheerful, but tired (and tired of being tired) and we have
three months to go.
It was warm today, well into the sixties. The expected showers
never did show up after work. It's just after midnight now and I
can hear the rain against the roof of our house. The last forecast
I heard mentioned thunderstorms, and with the temperature this mild,
I won't be surprised if I wake up to a storm tonight.
Listening: Breakfast in the Fields (Michael Hedges); Aerial
Boundaries (Michael Hedges)
Reading: Tobit (finished)
© 1998 Kevin J.T. Creamer