It’s a night to catch up on Radiolab podcasts and that couldn’t be any more joyous
It’s been a cool summer. And why is tomorrow August? When did that happen?
I went to Parents’ Night yesterday at my old camp, mostly because two of the little girls I babysit for now were in the show. Sophie Bean had a solo… in Spanish! (And she doesn’t speak Spanish, she just memorized the line). It was actually beautiful because she’s a very introverted kid, sometimes to the point of being just completely oblivious to everything around her. She used to give me heart palpitations when she was my camper a couple years ago, because she hates group activities and she’ll just wander away at the blink of an eye. Like for instance all the girls would go get changed into their bathing suits and she would just wordlessly disappear off behind a random tree or something to play with some bugs. I actually love that about her, and I feel like I understand, because I’m also the kind of person who gets overwhelmed in big groups and would enjoy some time to unwind behind a random tree with some bugs. It’s been very pleasant being her babysitter because she’s so calm and content to just read her books or draw for hours on end. But it was still such a nice experience to see her on stage last night, because she was so nervous beforehand and kept telling me she felt sick and didn’t want to do it anymore, and then when she got up there she looked so surprisingly comfortable and totally stole the show with her Spanish solo. Stole the show, I tell you, and I felt so inexplicably proud.
I’m scared of time.
But at least I had pizza for breakfast this morning and it was so darn delicious.
I love the south. I really do. Southerners, in general, are significantly friendlier than Northeastern-ers, and especially New Yorkers. And plus, they have their cute drawly accents, and they say “y’all,” and people who say “y’all” are always just so darn adorable. And they have palm trees and warm weather.
I’m a joke of a human being. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be less of a joke. And by sometimes, I mean all the time.
There’s just nothing like the way babies smell. It’s the best smell in the whole world.
I don’t understand anything.
And that brings me back to the point that I’m a joke of a human being.