Monday, April 25, 2005

Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Creeping Towards Spring

Listening to: Puccini, Madama Butterfly

Figured I ought to allude to Yeats after yesterday's snarky attack on, what I believe are, irrational beliefs. At this point I guess I should add, "I hope I didn't offend anybody" but that would be disingenuous. If I was trying to be provocative, I would have left the post open to some illusion that I'd discuss the point but the tone of my post left no doubt as to my overall intention to ridicule. I can be shitty like that.

Must be my mood. Within the past 48 hours, two kids have been puking and squirting poop with a prodigiousness previously known only to little squeeky dogs after devouring a box of bon-bons. A reeking mound of laundry has just now come through the final cycle, neglected only because I have been likewise afflicted by the ughyness. Groaning horizontally, lifting my head enough to tell Zeke to get out of the houseplants or please not stand on the coffee table or not to tip his juice on daddy's papers, I did manage to get some running around done. Well, not so much around as a bee-line back and forth to the bathroom.

The weather was cold and rainy, two days of it now. Here in Colorado, we're only accustomed to rain in small doses, usually late in the afternoon and then only for a half hour or so. Two days straight and we're wondering about "end times".

In a few more weeks, we'll be looking at most days in the high 70's and mountainsides in full bloom. Springtime is staging itself for an explosive arrival. Only then, will you wish you were me.

4 comments:

Karen said...

I can see why you'd be in a bad mood after all that poop and puke! I can't even deal with a little dirty diaper - wet diaper I can - without puking! LOL!

I gotta had it to parents!

lu said...

"...Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;/Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,...."

I trust that by the time I write this, all will be right with your world once again. I, too, am anxiously counting the days until Spring's full blossoming.

seeingdouble said...

I hope everyone is feeling better soon!! Here, have some Pepto...

BreadBreaker said...

Yeats? I thought it was Joan Didion {literary smirk here}.

Go ahead and make fun of the "Left Behind" series all you want. They leave themselves open to it when they write (and act) like that. I remember years ago, hearing about a family waiting for the "rapture". The father had his TV set under his arm. Some of us wondered where this cretin thought he'd plug it in. They must have UL-listed plugs in heaven.

Good luck mucking thru the puke & the poop. I've been there, though not lately.