i should really have stopped myself from trying to write/come up with anything remotely coherent when i got home earlier this pre-dawn. all tired n' stuff.
oh my goodness but there were a lot of people at the park. i mean its understandable being that it was/is so close to christmas and every family in the free world decided the same damn idea. oh honey, let's do it for the kids [insert weeping]
with the exception of ana and zora and practically any other kid i know personally and on the one-on-one i'm not good with kids. i never what to say to them. they make me nervous because i imagine that they know and see and sense a whole lot more than i do. in my book that makes them wise and me.. well that just makes me like all the other obsolete children walking around trying to keep up and trying to make sense of everything.
but yesterday some of the best moments came from the smallest, most out-of-the-way gestures. only a few of them stand out clearly enough.
[ONE] of those instances came when [d] and [s] and i hopped over to Tom Sawyer's Island. [r] and [b] were much too adult and much too good for the jaunt. [s] and [d] and i just ran around the island exploring tree houses and bridges and paths and spelunking caves. gah! i really miss(ed) being a kid like that again. we played holler n' hide with [s]. that is, sharon had gone off for a little bit while dan and i were standing aloft/overhead by one of the fort bells looking out, surveying the lands. when we spotted her we called out to her then hid so she wouldn't see who was calling her. it was great. it was even better to see dan's impression of [s] looking for where the voices were coming from. ok so after a short-lived time on the Tom's Island we filed into a line that would soon lead us back to the raft that would take us back across to the waiting grumps, [r] and [b]. hah! r n' b. they should make a christmas album.. all soulful and dripping with cheese-tastic lyrics. but anyway.. where was i? oh yes. i was busy venting about my own personal frustrations and internally just missing and missing and missing. we're waiting in line and one of those old ships goes by full to the brim. i take it into my head to wave at them. no real reason to.. didn't know anyone aboard.. just felt like waving. felt like i should. so i'm waving and sharon's now waving too and i'm thinking just wave back.. i know you don't know me.. but wave anyway... and sure if one single little girl in pigtails doesn't wave back. [translation: she waved!!] and i thought, that's the spirit.
wish the whole day could've been more like that. it was.. in spots.. but nothing and no one is perfect. anyway perfect is overrated.
i had fun.
in the air: it happened one night; starring claudette colbert and clark gable. one of the best li'l old romantic screwball comedies.. great lines.. and what all.
it comes n' goes in waves...
3:54 p.m. - 2003-12-14
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