Say one thing about a day just not willing to work with you say Monday, because after all that I had to do today the prospect of editing photos wasn't all that appealing but I persevered until my eyes glazed over and the bell rang and there were children again, this time the much disciplined ones, the kinds that make an appointment before darkening my doors instead of barging in and now I have a bunch to entertain tomorrow afternoon because, well, I don't know.
Is this the universe's way of telling me that I need kids in my life?
I mean I have no aversion but one doesn't fight biology in such cases, right?
Right, so tomorrow I shall be saddled with some kids post lunch and I have informed them that I'll be busy with my stuff so they're pretty much going to be on their own and it works for them, as long as I'm around they're happy.
Silly this, I tell you.
Silly even more is that I miss the little dog I babysat for over a month and she misses me more because I hear her at the door, crying, and it hurts me.
I was informed that she doesn't like it anymore in her present and real house ever since she had a taste of casa Salama because damn it she was pampered and fed like a creature not a cretin.
There was more organic fresh food in her bowl, more petting and longer walks and in fact I usually spent the entire day playing with her, throwing things around for her to fetch and we had fun and not that I mean to be mean but I know what the present routine for her is like.
There is little interaction between dogs and humans in that house and the food is just a scoop of dried dog food from the packet, tumbled into her bowl. If that isn't lame I don't know what is.
Right, update is that I'm listening to red country while editing photographs and that I haven't finished with today's allotted work. I mean there's work and there's work and it's the latter I'm still not quite done with.
Ah, almost 6 and that means I've to start preparing dinner.
Ah well.. ugh
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