Alex was here yesterday while his mama had a driving lesson and he started crying the instant his mother left and didn’t stop until she got home. He doesn’t like me very much right now.
What really broke my heart was how he didn’t want to be put down because he’d cry even harder so I would hold him. For about two minutes he was distracted by Jeff playing Xenon but no, after that he was toast. He never cried Really Really Hard, just a pretty much steady announcement that the wheels had come off his world.
I could still smell him on me a couple of hours later.
Paul cooked barbecue chicken for lunch yesterday after we went to Oakalla. It was really hot even mid morning.
Wrote 480 words yesterday.
I watched a surfing documentary. I don’t know exactly what it is about surfing that I love so much but it’s a rather cool activity. Also I wonder if one of Kima’s children would enjoy surfing. If you enjoy complex g-loading and are hard to physically hurt and drown, sounds like surfing would be an awesome pastime.
