Birth Day, Part 2

Well it goes without saying that at this point I could get very redundant, and some might even consider it to be justified. For the sake of moving things along I offer this thought, that has nothing to do with beginnings or endings or middles of fish, instead:
Waiting for you has been like waiting for a really good sandwich. What makes this sandwich really good is that you made it yourself. You chose just the right meat and the perfect cheese, because you knew that  in concert with the most excellent bread you just happened upon and the vegetables from your own garden this was going to be a most excellent sandwich. First you slice your bread, and if you want, toast it. While toasting this excellent bread you prepare you meats and cheeses. With strokes of such ability and skill they must’ve been born out of desire, you create the perfect slices. What? Not in the mood for slices? Chipped? No problem, with equal amounts of skill and ability you let the knife fall with the sort of random precision only a freeway shows at 2 in the afternoon. Then the vegetables. As if bending to the will of a predetermined fate, the vegetables fall apart in perfectly proportioned slices. Dressing? No, not this time. Assemble and enjoy. But wait, before you enjoy this most excellent sandwich you must first admire the fact that if it weren’t for the desire, of which you considerable skill was born of, this perfectly excellent sandwich might as well as been a shot put on a golf course. Now, enjoy.

Friday, July 24th 2009
Once again the clock ticks past 12 and since I had so much fun with it the night before I made note of this time. This time I was in the middle, towards the end of another book, “The Salmon of Doubt”. It’s an eclectic, and depressing, collection of works and speeches published posthumously by Douglas Adams. It was eclectic because it just was. It was depressing because I found out during the introduction of the book that Adams was dead. It didn’t seem fair. Why couldn’t it be someone like the person who came up with the idea of reality TV that was dead before their time? But regardless of who was dead or who I wanted to be dead, I was at work… again. This night was a little more irritating than the night before because people did not expect to see me. There were all kinds of questions that they wanted answered that I didn’t want to answer. After all of that I probably came off as some kind of jerk. That brings me to something else that you’ll probably learn before too long. I am a jerk. It’s true! Most people believe it anyway, and I’m alright with that because in the end I know they’re just as big of a jerk for worrying about how jerky I am. Well in the end, or the beginning, the night came to a close and I headed home to once again wrangle the farm and to sleep.
I woke up, much to your mother’s annoyance, at about 12:30pm. This meant I had something like 4.5 hours of sleep… ish. This is normal for me during the summer so don’t go and think it’s all your fault or something like that. Shortly thereafter we walked the dogs. Dogs are creatures that are kind of like me. Well except that they’re a little more hairy and poop outside. But we both like peanut butter a lot! We spent the rest of the day getting ready to leave for the hospital. And finally it was time to leave.
After a little confusion about how to get exactly where we were going we arrived at the hospital. It’s a very nice hospital and the walls are just as nice as the people leaning up against them. We are very happy we chose to come to this hospital. While you mother was being subjected to the horrors of our health care system I was fiddling around with my phone. (This too is something you’ll see me do a lot). I took videos of this and that, then I took some pictures of some things. We waited around for things to happen, and when they did it was time for me to come home, care for the creatures that will probably be your first friends and get some rest. Of course instead of getting rest I am messing around with this post, sometimes you have to prioritize… and I have, I’m just not very good at it.