THE WILD THE INNOCENT AND THE E-STREET SHUFFLE
Bruce Springsteen
I got a reply back today from the Philosophy department at the Universtiy saying it doesn't appear I'm able to take a course there this year. It all seems wrong to me, and perhaps I could fight it, but, well, I can feel the basketball court starting to sing its siren song again!
I was in a stressed kind of mood this morning. As I waited for Debbie to get ready for work I was standing there thinking about all the work I need to do, and about how much of the house needs to be done, and about all we need to do before the baby comes, and about where I'm going to earn more money, and about …
Deb said, “Well, today's the day you look after Matthew anyway, it's not a work day!”, which stressed me more because it seemed another day wasted.
So the rest of today has been a day of realising she's absolutely right, and that stressing at the wrong time is not good, and, as the day wore on, enjoying Matthew's “Daddy day” more and more.
We've got into a routine, Matthew and I, these last couple of months of going for a bagel together on the one day a week we take Debbie into work. We'll drop Deb off, park the car, and walk hand-in-hand across the street to the bagel place. Matthew will get a fruit juice, I'l get a latte, and we'll both get a cinnamon and raisin bagel toasted and buttered. We'll go sit at a table and eat our bagel. I'll read the newspaper and Matthew will look around the shop at everyone who's in there. Today when we left, he took me into a magazine shop and I bought him a Bob the Builder magazine and a lollipop. It's a never-ending pleasure for me to take his hand in mine and walk down the street together.
I did three loads of washing and the dishes while he slept and played and after lunch we went out to a park right by the beach. His friend Leo was there, and he hadn't seen Matthew since before Christmas. Leo looked at Matthew and said, “You're big now Matthew, you're a big boy now!” I could see Matthew swell with pride even across the park. When Leo left we walked down to the beach. I lay for a while on the hot sand, leaning my head back into my arms and feeling the stress melt away as I listened to the soft waves breaking. Matthew paddled in the water and ran squealing when the waves lapped over his feet.
And I'm sitting now, at 11.30pm, listening to music and writing. It's still warm in the evening. Matthew and Debbie are asleep. I'm starting to feel tired, but I'm relaxed and at ease with life.
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Bob the Builder
Actually a pretty cool site!
Journals and blogs that I read regularly
Raising Hell
Feral Living
Hippycritical
Udder
My Life in 12 Point Font
Journal of a Writing Man
Some Jingle Jangle Morning
The Last Girl Scout
Potatoe.com
Journallife.com
Window to my Soul
Chickybabe
Sorabji.com
Yesterday's Makeup
Fifteen Milliliters
Fly Away
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