I love oatmeal (porridge, if you talk like that), with bananas and a little bit of cinnamon and sugar on top. Now that my wife has discovered an instant brand that the kids like, I’ll get plenty of it. Except she puts cocoa on top, which is also pretty good.
The in-laws are arriving today, which makes for a boring, socially awkward day for me (and also gets into the way of my pot smoking) but the kids love them, they love the kids, they’re really very good to us in many, many ways so I should just shut the fuck up and count my blessings – which is pretty much what I do. I’m just venting here.
The reason they are coming is that the kids are going to be in a fashion show today. I really hope we don’t get into the Little Miss Sunshine thing, but I’m nervous. This is Isabel’s 2nd time up on the stage.
It’s a fairly harmless event, a fashion show for the mall where my wife is the event coordinator. So, she could hardly get away with not volunteering her own kids who are, after all, extremely cute kids.
I’ll go and watch it, of course, we go to all of Sam’s football games. I’ll probably even enjoy it, a little bit, although it will go on a bit long, I won’t understand most of the MC’s jokes because after 12 years in this country, the language is still beyond me. (If someone is speaking directly at me and saying something very simple, I can usually figure it out in time to make a response before they start ignoring me again, but they hear the accent and start ignoring me again anyway, so I no longer try as hard as I used to and it’s a self-defeating, self-perpetuating vicious circle.) In any event, given the atmosphere, their jokes are not going to be terribly funny and I know I am not missing much by living in my oblivion.
Perhaps I am being too hard on the Czechs, though. When I go, once a month, to my English language poetry readings, there are a great number of the readers (over 50%, easily) who I tune it in the middle of their recital. It’s not intentional. I try to pay attention to them but at some point what they are saying is so incomprehensible or so uninteresting that the words just start to roll over me like a light breeze and I wait until the end and applaud along with everybody else.
I feel a little bit guilty about not paying attention to everyone else, especially as I’m writing a blog and the thing I want more than anything else is for everyone in the world to read it. So, I’m an egocentric, vain, arrogant attention whore. Sue me.
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