It is tempting when I am on vacation to drink more or less incessantly. But I don't, mostly because I want to. So I wait for the weekends just like I do when I am working. The other day J told me in utter horror that one of her friend's parents drank beers on a Wednesday. This is the same child who watched her mother stuff a crack pipe and knew how to make a filter out of steel wool. How things change. (I think what I mean is that I am glad that today is Friday.)
During summer vacation it is also tempting for me to sit in the sun incessantly wearing nearly nothing, and I understand how stupid teenage girls became addicted to tanning beds in the 80s. It isn't that I am interested in developing a tan, but it just feels so good. How can something so bad for you feel so right?
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I have to go to a funeral this afternoon. I have never been to a Muslim funeral before. I know I need to bring something to cover my hair, and I know it's Ramadan so there will be no food. I like this part because it means it will seem less rude when I ditch at the end and do not hang around eating finger sandwiches and making small talk.
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No child should ever see her mother stuff a crack pipe. I'm sorry for the loss of your sister, but very glad that J is with you and Shawn now.
I adore the feel of the sun on my skin and really have to fight to be sensible about it.
'Incessantly wearing nearly nothing.' I just find this a curious phrase. An interesting phrase.
I think you are noticing that this sentence needs a comma after incessantly. That makes it less curious, I think you will agree.
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