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February 15, 2003 - Free Pass
He didn't get me anything for Valentine's Day. Not even a card. But the beauty of it is I don't need candy or flowers to know how he feels. I bought the flower - our yellow confetti rose with flame-tipped petals - and, in a moment of weakness, ran out and bought a small box of chocolates too. I got him a card and wrote some incoherent things in it (so tired, we are so tired) and a little plastic clock with moving eyes that looks like Lucifer our cat. It has been a very difficult week. I was sick and then he was sick and my mother came and stayed for almost a week and he had to give blood for a cholesterol test and blacked out at the doctor's office and Asha was working hard to scrape every bit of skin off her face and in her Buddha baby belly all was far from well. No one is sick anymore and we finally found some nail clippers that worked and the Phisoderm and mycolin and oatmeal baths seem to be helping too. It's not even Asha's fault that we're tired. The heating system is undergoing another metamorphosis and now the thermostat is in the basement and we are slowly being cooked alive. It's single digits outside and all over the house we've got windows cracked open. Good things happened this week, too. We celebrated Valentine's Day early at a creperie off Thayer Street, and the wind was bitter but I slipped my hand into Toby's jacket pocket as we picked our way over the icy sidewalks. And we were supposed to go to a movie but changed our minds and went duckpin bowling instead and I can't remember when was the last time we had so much fun. We are so in love. And a man who gets his wife sapphire earrings for their fifth anniversary gets a free pass, no questions asked, for all other gift-giving occasions for the next five years. Asha. I say there are two babies - daytime's smiling, cooing cherub and the screaming changeling that comes in the night. My mother says, it's the screaming baby that needs you the most. I know she is right, but I work hard to store up happy moments with the sunny baby when she's around. She flipped over today, from stomach to back, all by herself. We are so proud of her. Must go to bed - we have to make a round trip to Jerk Town tomorrow to deliver Ruby to my parents so that we can visit Ben and Shana at the end of this week. No dogs on Amtrak, and no one here to leave her with. I will take what sleep I can. The sad baby is going to need me, and I have to be ready. |