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The Strength to Put on Pants

Poor James. At least his pity party gave me a pretty sweet post title. And honestly, I’ve hardly been able to summon up that strength myself lately. Hoping tomorrow will be a better day. For the little man too. Earlier one of his teachers sent me a very sad email about yet another incident in the gym. Thankfully no one bit him this time. In fact, he was flying solo. Turns out he had unplugged the cd player from the wall, probably just to see what would happen. So what did happen? When the music stopped everyone turned to look at him. The sudden attention caused him to become very upset, repeating “I didn’t mean to.” He was so upset that he started hyperventilating and had to be calmed down in another room. I know the feeling. Yeah, it’s been that kind of day.

After school he seemed all right. He was back to his usual self, and he held me to a promise I made earlier in the week…that I would take him bowling. I’d nearly forgotten. Before I left the office I looked up the open bowling schedule at Elsie’s. I was in luck. Open bowling lasts until 6:30 on Thursdays. But wait, what’s this fine print? Must have at least 3 bowlers per lane? Geez, guess that rules out dates. Unless it’s a double date. Or something less conventional. Uh, anyhow. I was tempted to head over there and ask a passerby to be our third. Instead I bit the bullet and took the lad to the Bryant Lake Bowl. Bad idea. They only have a few decrepit lanes to begin with, and one was completely out of commission. The only open lane was without those bumpers that would have kept the boy’s ball out of the gutter (he knocked down a total of ten pins). The icing on the cake? The lane server couldn’t find the kid-friendly ramp thingie, that would have helped the little man’s ball make it all the way down the lane at a much speedier clip. Durr. At least he still had a good time. And their vegan mock duck rolls are damned tasty. But next time we’re going to a more upscale alley. Even if it means dragging along an accomplice (J, I’m looking at you…in my brain).

dressed poorly for such sloppy weather

Bonus: I splurged, again, and sprung for tickets for the little man and I…to see the Shangri-La Chinese Acrobats on Sunday, at the Ordway. I couldn’t help it. I’m still bummed about going to Cirque de Soleil without him - he was too young at the time - and I think he’ll really enjoy this. I know I will. Also this weekend, the opening reception for Pulling Focus is tomorrow night (hi Jody!) at Rosalux Gallery. I’d love to go, but around that time I expect to be curled up in my pajamas. Like I am, right this very moment, missing TV on the Radio in the main room. Oh well.
Plus: I find so much of the good good stuff via my flickr contacts. Today one of them posted this photo, from SXSW, which led me to Confessions of a Superhero “…a feature length documentary that chronicles the lives of three mortal men and one woman who make their living working as superhero characters on Hollywood Boulevard.” Apparently Batman struggles with his anger. Who doesn’t? But I need to see that.
And: After my recent rant about the Dresden Files I found out that author Jim Butcher will be in town soon, doing a signing for the next book. I’ll bet he’s encountering a number of annoyed fans on this tour. I might be one of them.


  1. Jody wrote:

    Hi sleepy girl!
    you’re off the hook this time, but next time…

    Have a good weekend ;-)

    Friday, March 16, 2007 at 8:54 am | Permalink
  2. Heehee. There’s a slight chance I might be able to stop by, with the little man in tow. We’ll see. And hey - I got a full night’s sleep last night! It was amazing.

    Friday, March 16, 2007 at 9:40 am | Permalink
  3. Barrett wrote:

    Hey! I photographed that guy on Hollywood Boulevard.

    Friday, March 16, 2007 at 11:30 am | Permalink
  4. I knew I’d seen him before somewhere! But my memory is so lousy…

    Friday, March 16, 2007 at 11:54 am | Permalink

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