My feet are falling apart.
Well, hopefully not really, but they are cracking and isn’t it true that a vase in pieces started with just one single crack in the veneer?
This does not bode well for my feet.
I think it’s all the sum-sum-summertime walking I’ve been doing with a small monkey named C.
I have to admit, entering the world of nannydom is quite interesting. First of all, most of the other nannies at the park are not American. Plus, a lot of them seem to know each other. Hang out. Tell each other hilarious stories while their charges eat bits of sand and hope nobody notices.
Not to give the impression that these nannies aren’t serious about their job–oh no, they ARE. They actually remind me of alligators. You know, you see them at the zoo and they look one wheezy breath away from death at worst and utterly disinterested at best as they just lay there in the water like they do. But if one person so much as offers a bit of fresh flesh, the gator would be on them in a flash, dinner is served, who’s gonna be dessert?
And these nannies are quick like that, too. Alligator quick. Today I saw a chubby baby-ish child–probably nearing one year old, I’d guess–put something in her mouth and FLASH! KAPOW! WHAM! those nannies were on that baby and whatever it is she put it in her mouth never stood a chance, really. They are THAT good.
But I think I envy their camaraderie. The pace with which they match each other as they push their respective strollers. Their pretty accents as they tell each other everything and nothing in the shade as their wards play a few feet nearby. Anyway, I find the whole nanny culture interesting in general, I think. And it’s a fun one to blend into.
Have you heard this nonsense about colonizing Mars? Apparently, once you decide to go, YOU CAN NEVER COME BACK. It’s like Charlie, you can never come back…! from All Dogs Go To Heaven, but way worse, because you’re not stuck in heaven, you’re stuck on MARS. Where you can’t even breathe, for goodness’ sake. And it’s so cold there–they’ll have to build a huge bubble to put everyone in and keep you warm.
‘Who would ever go?” I asked my friend, who was explaining the whole harebrained idea to me.
“Someone with no ties to earth,” he said, matter of fact.
“Who in the world (literally, the world!) has no ties to EARTH?!” I wondered aloud.
“Oh…” I realized. “Psychopaths. People with anti-social personality disorder…”
And then I thought that this might not be such a bad idea, after all.
Which perhaps does not sound very compassionate of me, but maybe you should read up on psychopaths and then judge.