Neida the babysitter has a nephew, Joseph, who really likes playing with Sophia. So much so that when Neida comes home after an afternoon with Fia Joseph points at the front door and says, “Back. Get Fia.” So much so that for Joseph’s birthday the family decided to take him and one friend to Sea World, and the friend he chose was Sophia.
So since 7:30am Darin and I have had a Fia-less day, and it’s been…weird. Like, we went out to breakfast and not having to worry about a place Sophia would like. Watching TV uninterrupted. (Well, mostly. We still do have Simon about.)
We’ve been talking about houses and moving and whether we should rent a place or what we should do. We don’t know. I sent my brother-in-law on a rather fruitless quest to look at some more houses. Pointless. We’ll just wait until we get up there. It’ll be easier that way. And certainly nothing has just sprung up in front of us.
We are not watching the news. Amazing, isn’t it—now that the war has started, I can’t stand to even read about it in blogs (despite the vast quantity of readers the heroic Sean Paul has sent my way during his insane posting spree). Of course, I can’t seem to get away from it, as you can tell from the previous entry. I just turn on some old damn movie and there it is, WWI. The War to End All Wars.
Well, there’s the Oscars tonight. I think the only tension there will be: will stars try to sneak political commentary in? I haven’t even seen any of the damn movies. Why am I watching again?
