OMG,
as the kids say. I just remembered that I can listen to KCRW
online, and that has made my morning infinitely more ecletic.
I
think I've figured out what's wrong with this town we're living
in is, what the chink in the armor of utopia might be. It's ticks.
TICKS. Who has to deal with ticks in Los Angeles? I didn't. Did
I ever find a tick by Paul's eye in Burbank? Did Gray ever swat
one off his own head after walking down the street? Did we ever
see an engorged version waddling down the sidewalk on San Fernando
Boulevard right by where Shia Le Bouf got busted for smoking a cigarette?
No. But here the wildlife is in full effect. When we walk on the
coastal trail we see cottontail bunnies and horses and things that
might be weasels or maybe prairie dogs, and it's all very cute and
naturey except for the TICKS. I will admit I'm a total pansy about
them and always have been, and now here they are living with me
side by side, waiting to suck my lifeblood. Ugh.
The next P&B book will be "P and B Get Treated At The Vet
For Lyme Disease". A fun adventure for the whole family.
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I
have an m-fing cold for the fourth time this year, so I think I'm
dying. What I really think it is is breastfeeding. Yes, the baby
is 14 months old and yes I'm still breastfeeding (although I cut
out 1 of four daily nursing sessions last week so now we're down
to 3 a day). Perhaps my body doesn't like being depleted of all
these nutrients anymore, and who knows if it's really benefiting
him at this point. It's probably more for me. So today I'll cut
out another feeding and then we'll be down to just morning and night.
Is this more than you wanted to know? You'll be sad to learn like
I was that as the feedings drop, my waistline is expanding. I should
be adjusting my food intake, but it's been fun eating whatever I
want and I don't want to go back to questioning whether or not I
have the room in my daily caloric shedule for seven extra potato
chips.
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I
think I'm going to buy a bicycle this week and then stick a baby
carrier on the back. Or maybe the front, like those crazy Europeans.
But here's what I won't do, I won't tow a trailer behind my bike
for the baby. And this is a sad story, not funny at all, which is
that I had a baby cousin in New Jersey who died in one of those
things after the trailer got hit by a car. And yesterday while I
was on the phone with a bike company called Electra,
which makes some really cool looking bikes, and I was talking to
a rep about whether or not you can mount a babyseat on the back
because the bikes don't come with the bolts for it, he goes, "Have
you thought about a trailer?" and I said, "No, I really
don't want a trailer," and he goes, "Trailers are really
the way to go, the safest thing out there," and I go, "I
don't mean to get all sad on you, but I had a baby cousin who died
in one and I really really don't want a trailer." And he proceeded
to try to talk me into one. After I told him my baby cousin had
died in it. That dude has got to be the biggest motherfucking sanchface
on the planet, and when I got off the phone I crossed the Electra
bike I wanted off my list, and that's that. I hope he never has
children because the planet doesn't need more of his genes walking
around.
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Yesterday
I ran into my Pasadena friend's parents in the tiny downtown here.
They were on vacation. I spotted his dad from the car and when I
got out they were like "We wondered if we'd run into you!"
It was pretty funny, pretty small-world. And right now I'm going
to go buy some farm-fresh eggs from a place up the road, which let
me say are quite delicious. Another bonus to this tick-infested
place is all the fresh produce. Fresh avocados grown locally, garlic,
asparagus, zucchini, everything. Not so much tomatoes because it's
not hot enough, but the vegetables are bountiful. Too bad nobody
grows farm-fresh potato chips, because those I would buy in bulk.
