That’s like about the only Led Zeppelin lyric I can actually understand.
I was lecturing to Gamma about The Immigrant Song on the way to school yesterday, and watched in the mirror as she rolled her eyes. She gave me a sweet smile when she caught me looking at her, and the look she got when I said I’d love to be in a Led Zeppelin cover band is hard to describe. A lot like the look you get when your father said the same thing, I guess.
Last night at bedtime, she was listening to Dvorak.
“My birthday is in exactly one week,” she said a while ago.
So I’ve been thinking about her birth. I barely made it. I dropped Alpha off at the hospital, went home to get her stuff and a bottle of champagne to celebrate, and a bottle of MacCallan’s in case it took a long time, decided not to shave and got back to the delivery room just in time to see Gamma shoot out like a cork and go boing at the end of the umbilical cord.
The doctor looked at the whisky and said, boy, you Irish know how to have babies. Instead of explaining my family history, I just poured champagne.
When she goes to America this summer, Gamma will be eleven and will attend a marine biology class with her cousin. I attended the same class at the same age and liked it. Maybe that’s why I am such a fish expert now.
This morning, for reasons unknown, I had an earworm, Nena singing 99 Luftballons. As we got ready to leave the house, Gamma started singing it.
From what you’re saying, it sounds like Gamma’s birthday must be near my sister Audrey’s (April 7), or mine (April 9); my daughter Diana was born April 13, 45 minutes after I got to the hospital. My granddaughter, Alilia, turned 11 on March 4 of this year, but she is now living in Seattle with her father, so I haven’t seen her in awhile.
Happy Birthday, Gamma, whenever it is!
in this case, a while ago is roughly yesterday or so. or, hang on. her birthday is may first, so she can’t have said exactly a week. hell, what’s the date today? jeeze. she must have said exactly three weeks, or exactly a month, or something.
i blame the muscle relaxants.
In that case, her birthday falls on a National Holiday in Austria. And close to yours.
I’d watch those muscle relaxants.
wow, so she was on labor day, .. at least on labor day anywhere else but the US…
and she is a taurus… ouch.. at least that is my experience with my mom and my husband :) ouch in a good way..headstrong, persistent, loyal, can keep a grudge…(even though I don’t believe in horoscopes much there is something vaguely true about them)
This (eye-rolling kid scenario) sounds sorta like a cartoon called “Teh Bug” that I used to love.
yeah, i wonder what happened to that cartoon?
k here is what happened to the bgu: i saw a therapist and stopped feeling buglike. it was a good feeling, although i missed the bug. then i got busy, plus my scanner broke. the scanner is of central importance, because the bug requires drawing teh figures, then scanning in, photoshopping them and adding the text. one cartoon takes hours the way i do it. then i got my scanner fixed, also i started feeling buglike again. so i wrote down notes for a dozen new strips, but have not yet gotten started on them (beyond drawing a few, i have done that) due to the knowledtge that one will take hours and i’m still busy. but i miss the cartoons too and hope to get started soon. another barrier besides my usual procrastination and the time it takes is teh feeling that the bug website needs an overhaul, plus i’d like to either format the cartoons in a single image made up of the four frames or as a flash thing, and i don’t know how to do flash. so maybe a single jpg image would be best, plus a smaller jpg for the preview (first frame) image. or something, to make it easier for people to link to. (although the flash idea was first of all for the coolness of presentation (?) and to make it harder for people to steal images and put them on their own site, which happened once or twice (only, so maybe not worth the trouble)
I’m exhausted just reading about the process. Couldn’t you just keep it low-tech and cut out some of the hurdles you’re creating for yourself? (And as a longtime denizen of a therapist’s office, I really do get that there are all kinds of hurdles and even those that may sound simple or silly to others can be huge and insurmountable for me/you/the person requiring therapizing, so i’ll just shut up now. But I do miss the bgu.)
99 dreams i have had.
in every one a red balloon.
it’s all over and i’m standing pretty.
in this dust that was a city.
if i could find a souvenir.
just to prove the world was here.
and here is a red balloon
i think of you and let it go.
my memory is only english, but i did and do love this song. thanks for bringing it up!