The
baby is asleep in his stroller on the back patio outside my office
door. I bet you he wakes up within three minutes because he'll sense
that I'm doing something he wants to participate in. Like banging
on the keyboard, or pulling things off the desk that land on his
head, or chewing on lead-covered firewire cables. He's starting
to walk, and it's suddenly a whole new ballgame.
We
were just strollering around our suburban neighborhood and I was
listening to Snoop Dogg on my iPhone while thinking about what kind
of car I'd like to buy. My life is stupid right now. I should've
used the last entry's title for this one.
We're
moving for sure. To the San Francisco area. I'm trying to figure
out how to keep our house and rent it out and also at some point
buy one up there. Gray is against this and hates the idea of so
much debt. I say it's dumb to sell in this soft market, and also
renting it will generate income, and also I want to be a land baron.
We'll see what happens. Hard problems to have, right, and I will
zip it right now. Here IS the hard part, though: we have friends
in the peninsula area, which is like where Stanford is, and it would
be very nice to move somewhere and have built-in friends. But one
of the places that Gray might get a job is way up above SF and over
a bridge, which in traiffic is an hour from the built-in friends.
So I anticipate moving there, him working 12 hour days, and me alone
in some white-walled apartment with the baby and nobody to talk
to. It's a recipe for white walls of another sort, and so I'm trying
to head this off in advance by protesting it vociferously. We move
within 3 months. Three months will go fast.
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I
still go to my writers group and I guess everybody was slacking
because the leader started giving us assignments. This month's was
"Food". We were allowed to shoot a short or write a story
or do an interpretive dance, so I made a movie. And if I can figure
out how to Quicktime-player it in, I will do so. And you will see
SPJunior in live action for the first time.
