I've been wanting to try nanny-ing for a while, but didn't really know how one 'breaks into the market.' Boom-kapowie, Charmaine, a stylist at work, has lost her daycare man, and has asked me to fill in next month, after I offered my services. She has an infant and a 6 year old, both girls.
I'm really excited! I get to play mommy. Don't know if I'll be good at it.......but I will give it my best shot.
In honor of this, I'll copy a poem from a children't book I found at Kendra's.
The rain is raining all
around.
It falls on field and tree.
It rains on the umbrellas
here
And on the ships at sea.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
I have fantasies of reading them Alice in Wonderland and writing stories and teaching them French (while I teach it to myself).
Probably not going to happen, but hey, I can scheme.
Other than that, I've had a very pleasant couple of days. Yesterday I picked up a shift at Uptown from some girl who was having a meltdown. She gave me 50 bucks for doing it, so I treated myself to Chang Mai Thai for lunch/dinner. SO GOOOOOD.
Then I went to an open show with Kendee and the roommates, which was pretty neat. New scene, new peeps, lots of woman love. Woah! I just remembered that I ran into Terese Elhard! Crazy shit. (We went to highschool together and I haven't seen her since. Now she's at MCAD evidently).
I stayed over at the House of Wive$, and then we got up and went to the Wedge and made bisquits and gravy with yummy sweet Italian sausage. i de-cased it, and that was weird. But when we were buying the sausage, Kendra and I were wishing we could buy scallops, and the deli guy said: 'Scallops are very dear." I told him he sounded like the Walrus from Alice, and he started quoting one of his monologues! It made me jump and clap. What a guy.
Now I'm gonna go home and clean myself up and maybe work on my thesis of doom.
Happy days!
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after a while reading him, one easily comes to the conclusion that robert louis stevenson was actually an awful poet. he had his phrases and moments, sure; who doesn't? ultimately, he was shabby pop fluff attempting himself to resemble sunlight by holding a lit match.
ps. thai food is good.
But isn't that poem sweet? It touched me. Plus, I chose it over Tennyson, who REALLY blows.
And yes, the thai has treated me well.
james dont be a prick. as a lover of pulp literature and your writing partner i can defend that it matters only very little the esteem of the author. if one is to consider themselves a committed reader and fan of words one has to look both high and low for inspiration. and as far a light goes, fire is the closest comparison to the sun that we have here on earth, and that my dear is not coming just from your writing partner, and a lover of pulp literature, but also an electrician.
despite some awful falls from poetic grace, Tennyson has some wonderful moments...a better over all feel than the...how to put this "89.3 the current" brand of poetry stevenson espoused...and that maybe is flattering him too much...dude was a failed piggyback artist and all his peers new it.
ps. the candlelight in front of sunlight is a William Blake reference from Marriage of Heaven and Hill (i was just deepening my Brit Romantics street cred)
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