This is my little sister on halloween - this baby is now officially overcooked. She is in there begging her doctor for induction as I type. My Henry was 10 days overdue, so I know the feeling. It sucks. I started jumping rope daily in front of my flat on Potrero Hill when overdue, but Celia is averse to all things exercise. (It didn't work, by the way, but people did throw money at my coffee cup.) I'm her labor partner, so I'm on call. I've never been in the room and not been the one pushing a baby out. Needles make me pass out, so I'm going to bring a helmet in case she decides to go the epidural route. If they don't induce her today we're going to buy a neon exit sign and she's going to stand over it for a while, sleep with it between her knees, etc. She keeps picturing him in there running a cup along the jail bars like a prisoner. Come on, little man, time to come out and play. The timing is perfect because I have baby-itis and this is the most convenient way for me to get my fix.
I found the book The Secret on the bus the other morning on my way into the office. I read the first few pages of hokey and thought hard about how I wanted to get to the office.. and it totally worked. So I took it with me. I am historically lucky. My little brother Peter, the oldest of the line of little brothers, always corrects me when I tell him a story about something great that happened and how lucky I am and tells me you make your own luck. I think he would like The Secret. I'm sending it to him next. While it is indeed hokey as all hell, what have I got to lose by reading it? On a day like today where I'm running around trying to manage an early morning T9 gig, my latest projects at work (two new Environmental Assessments on Kauai!), getting the little monkeys where they need to be, and pack up to get out of town for the weekend I find myself all ruffled up. What can it hurt to take a minute to picture the evening I want, out at Malaekahana with my children and my friends, grilling mahimahi at the beach house, sitting on the lanai with a glass of wine while the 5 or 7 kids rage in the yard.. I will be there soon, with Leaf-child barbie, Disaster and the Country Kens* and it will be just as lovely as I picture. It might not be The Secret, it might just be my luck, but lately, it's all just happy, so who cares where it comes from.
*excellent potential band name. If I ever develop any musical talent, or at least stop getting my ass kicked at guitar hero, I'm going to keep this one in mind.
*excellent potential band name. If I ever develop any musical talent, or at least stop getting my ass kicked at guitar hero, I'm going to keep this one in mind.