And when my mother was a week late in delivering, her doctor told her, “Take a long bus ride, see if it jostles something.”
And so they got on the B9, mom and dad together, and rode the bus from one end to the other. 2 and 1/2 hours.
When she went back to the doctor, he told her that he was going on vacation. She told him, “I’m going to wait for you, Dr. Fanta.” He laughed at the silliness of her statement and assured her that the child was going to be born long before he got back from vacation, but he promised to look in on her as soon as he got back. When he got back to his office, his face dropped when he saw my mother sitting in his waiting room.
“We gotta go get him” was all … Read More »
I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been busy and a little stressed, but mostly I’ve been uninspired. I was going to write a political blog about the situation in Syria last week, but I decided against it. No one wants to read my opinion on international affairs; they like when I rant about the guy that farts on the crowded subway car.
The main problem is that I’m not miserable at the moment. It’s so much easier to write when you’re filled to the brim with bile and resentment. Makes for better reading too.
So rather than a rant, or an opinion, I decided to document my day, just to see what it looks like.
Man, am I boring.
My day actually started around midnight last night. I crawled out of the comfort of my cool sheets and a half naked body, to … Read More »