Just went for a long walk by the beach. Listening to The Rising (Bruce’s 9/11 album, and best, in my view), kicking and splashing in the warm water, I felt very aware of how things change and yet remain the same. Dave Phillips ran by and must have laughed at me basically dancing like a 6-year old in the low tide water. This place is just beautiful.
Christina is in labor!!! Stay tuned!!!
(and Sea Island is just gorgeous, and this company that I joined impresses me more by the day.)
Quote of the night last night (to remain unattributed):
“She wants me to get a vasectomy. I want more children. Jihad.”
At Babies R Us today, the kind, burly boy who helped me load a crib into the car asked me how old I was, because I “didn’t look old enough to have two kids.” I answered “32” and he misheard me, obviously thinking I had said 22. He said, “Wow. You are only two years older than I am. What did you do, have your first right out of high school?”
I don’t know whether to be appalled or flattered.
11 days of school left. Bring on the tears. Natalie said she’s going to need a whole bottle of prozac to get through the last day. I may need a whole bottle of gin.