Walking Sticks in Corporate America

Ah, so much to observe. Since I am having some trouble with focus these past few days, I'll just list my thoughts like the bumbling hodgepodge that they are.

My friends C. and J. brought their sweet baby J. to visit Kansas City from Chicago this past weekend. He is six weeks old. He made all the same noises the little angel made when she was six weeks old, and he also did the same RANDOM, UNEXPLAINED CRYING that she did then and really no longer does. Ah parenthood, the great equalizer. I imagine even little Apple could be reduced to sauce rather quickly when she was six weeks old. Also, I realized HOW HAPPY I AM that she no longer does much a) random crying or b) nighttime partying. She now is much like my beloved and I, content to sit on the couch and eat, bless her heart.

On Saturday morning, friends from Columbia and NYC were also in to run the SMA 5k. I had never even heard of Spinal Muscular Atrophy, but it turns out that my friend K's niece has it and is in a wheelchair. Now, it's a snazzy, red, motorized wheelchair, but a wheelchair nonethless. They had all these photos of little smiling babies on posts stuck around by the start of the 5k. I thought about the little angel, and how so far she appears to be normal (if fat), and how horrible I would feel if she had a terrible disease. Then, of course, I started bawling right there at the starting line. I think I effectively hid most of it, but this brings me to another subject: I am one of those mothers that cries. I did not used to be. This is rather disturbing to me. I'm sure it will embarrass the little angel quite a bit when she is twelve.

I got bitten by a spider sometime this weekend. I'm going to the doctor today, because my friend K. told me this weekend he has LYME DISEASE. I also know someone who actually has WEST NILE. As my father likes to say, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you. Hopefully it's nothing. Last night I went looking for the offender under the bed and found an ICKY SPIDER NEST. I slayed the beast, but I'm telling you people, spiders are rampant this season - hit under the bed with a broom and some RAID before you retire again. EW!

Finally, now that we are downtown, it takes a LONG WALK to get from one's car to one's cube. It probably takes me around eight minutes to do the job. But please - this morning I saw a woman actually carrying a carved, wooden walking stick. Was she joking?

That's it for today. I will now pause to let my head fill with random observations for tomorrow.