A nice girl
Opened my door early morning on Valentine’s Day to find that Mouse had dropped off some fried chicken for me and the boy. She just wrote, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Logan Lo.” I thought that was nice.
She knows me so well.
Speaking of the boy, spent the day running around with him and met up with his teacher for parent/teacher conference. He scored the highest academics for his class, which I kinda expected. What made me much happier, however, was what she told me after:
Me: I’m more concerned about him socially. I didn’t have many friends growing up. (pause) Any, really…
Her: Oh, he’s very popular! Other kids seek him out. Because, he’s kind.
Me: Aren’t all kids nice?
Her: (laughs) No, not at all. He doesn’t seem to have a mean bone in his body.
I loved him so at that moment.
I thought, “Alison would be so proud.” It’s what we always wanted from him. Kindness floats, after all. It is it’s own armor.
My brother was in town with his girl, Q, who met the boy for the first time.
Her: He’s a great kid!
Me: I’m legally required to keep him for another 12 years.
Her: (laughing) Then you’re one lucky person!
The next day, we went to see ABFF for her kid’s birthday party. Despite having a full brekkie and lunch, he still managed to eat a slice of pizza and a full bag of gummi somethings.
Him: I want more!
Me: God, you’re so my kid.
Then the next day, we went to The Madison along with the SIL.
I told you once that Alison brought me there early in our relationship. While eating, I saw two old co-workers – each walking separately – that ended up getting hitched with each other. I remember waving to Anita who didn’t seem to recognize me but is such a nice gal that she waved back at us.
Alison said, “That’s nice of her – to wave at someone that she doesn’t think she knows.” She always thought the best of people. We said we’d meet up with them one of these days but never got the chance.
That was a nice day. Fuck.
I called the entry where first ate there, Batter Up, because Alison told me that the first baseball game ever was played right there. What’s funny is that the SIL told me the exact same thing.
Ended up getting a salad for myself as I’ve been cheating on my diet all week.
Didn’t help because I ended up eating half the SIL’s food AND half of the kid’s.
Plus I had a White Russian and a Bloody Mary as well.
Think I’ve developed a thing for white Russians.
Afterward, we were supposed to go skiing at American Dream but decided that the kid would enjoy Uban Air in NJ; actually, a friend of Mouse’s had mentioned going there during her birthday party but they didn’t have room for him in the car and I was sick so I figured I’d make it up to him.
Man, did the kid have a good time.
Me: We have to go.
Him: Noooooo! One more minute! Please!?
It was really nice hanging out with the SIL and the boy.
He ended up staying with my SIL overnight and I went home and slept for thirteen hours. 13. Hours.
If you’re a parent, you know that’s like the equivalent of winning the lottery.
It was the afternoon when I woke and I dashed off to see my mom, who was just discharged, and family for dinner.
Me: How do you feel?
Her: Good. Tired. (wistfully) I wish you’d meet a nice girl like your brother.
Me: Stop calling him a nice girl, mom.
There’s more, but it’s getting late and I have a night of tossing and turning to start.
Location: four hours ago, my childhood room, looking for some chocolate
Mood: seriously full
Music: I don’t want it at all if I can’t have it all