While getting off a packed bus, I stepped over a stroller and as my right knee was coming over, it hit the baby sleeping inside on the left cheek. I blurted out, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” as I, without thinking, as if instinctually, reached down and gently stroked the child’s cheek. Maybe I was trying to wipe the pain away, or maybe it was my guilt. My right knee still feels strange, like it’s covered by an itch I can’t scratch. The baby didn’t even wake up.
It happens nearly every time I sit down at my desk to do some work. It won’t take five minutes for Riel to jump up on my desk, take a quick scan, and then lay down directly on top of whatever I’m working on. Even if I’m sitting on my recliner staring at my iPad or iPhone, Riel will jump up on the arm of the chair, sus out the situation, and then step on my crotch and start rubbing his cheeks on whatever device I’m working on. Continue reading “Riel is Teaching Me About Work-Life Balance”
It’d be easy to argue that I’ve been aging since I was born, some 34.5 years ago. What of those nine months during gestation, when I was but a parasite? We’ll them a growth, but not aging, period.
Tonight, I finally got old, though. It happened tonight while I was paying for my groceries. But, it started last week. Continue reading “I’ve finally gotten old”