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How come stuff like this is never in the Post-Dispatch? 😉
Kari’s sleeping more and more as the days pass. Which is a good thing. But I still feel a bit on edge when she grunts while asleep. I tense up, awaiting the sirens scream to shatter the crystalline silence that permeates the still air. Most of the time you can tell when she’s waking up. She grunts a bit, then a bit more, and then lets loose with the aforementioned deafining shriek if you wait too long. Oh, and the time of what is defined as “too long” varies from night to night.
She’s getting so big. I know that is totally cliche to say, but it’s also totally true. She’s well over 12lbs at this point (7 weeks) and is holding her head up for a decent amount of time. Her eyes are bright and attentive, and mesmerize me with their depth of innocence.
As I write this she’s sleeping next to me in her bed. Mom’s in the other room catching some rest. I wonder if I’ll remember this night when I’m old and grey. If I’ll remember the hum of the air purifier next to the chair and beside it the aquarium’s gurgle. I hope I remember her, and how such a truly amazing thing it is to call her daughter.
I was working in a professor’s office this morning when I noticed a piece of art on the wall. It was a class project I completed last semester. How wierd. I didn’t think much of it, and yet here it is hanging in the professor’s office. We were instructed to take a photograph of a nature setting and create a paper collage out of different cardstocks. Using line and shape to show the scene. Mine was of some large round rocks in the forground, leading to a field of grain, and farther back a jagged mountian range. I guess I did a good job!
Nice move today on the way home. You really impressed me by zipping between the cars today during rush-hour. I guess you didn’t read that part in the manual where it mentioned that it was illegal in Missouri. I liked how you passed me on the right, just as the acceleration lane merged with the highway. I also noticed that you didn’t have a licence plate. I guess that must have fallen off. But kudo’s to you for wearing your leathers and helmet. Most of your kind wear t-shirts and flip-flops. I guess you’re not as dumb as you look. Of course, I was able to notice all these things in the split second you were in my sight. I guess I was the one paying more attention to my fellow citizens, as we all tried to get safely home.
My father also thanks you, as his insurance on his bike will go up again. That is, once you cream yourself while standing on your seat trying to impress that ‘chick’ in the convertible.
My friend also thanks you, as he was killed riding a motorcycle. You’ve just falely reconfirmed that motorcycles are dangerous to everyone around you today.