Ercassesanwi - October 27th, 2004
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Real people appreciate literature! Really!
But first, the dull, concrete stuff:
Went home this weekend for my little nephew Isaac's dedication. He was incredibly beautiful. One would never guess he has recently suffered a serious life/health-threatening injury. He is perfect: friendly, alert, responsive. He shouts now to get attention when we are distracted from his perfection. He is also a connoisseur (sp?) of pacifiers and will not take any but his favorite now-unfindable dollar-store type.
He seems to like for us to sing to him. I'm thrilled at that since, as he's too young yet to care to sit for long book readings, singing is the next best thing. He liked the strange, haunting songs I sang for him. I have wondered why I prefer to sing haunting little melodies ("Scarborough Fair," "Gypsy Rover")to babies rather than singing traditional, happier tunes. My best friend Marjorie says that she agrees and she thinks it may be an attempt on our part (Myers-Briggs Ns both) to make the child an N. I find that idea both amusing and convincing.
I'm doing more and harder jobs at work and liking it. Today I went to Greensboro for a would-be-all-day deposition. But there were only two witnesses instead of the four on the notice. I was back before 3:00. The deposing attorney today is just about the nicest man I've ever met. He's from Savannah, Georgia and a real Southern gentleman. He referred to me as "Miss Holly" several times, at least once on the record. He tried his best to make my job easy. He spelled any word he thought might be difficult (including a few I knew already). My crowning achievement was changing a tape without a hitch and then flinging my pen across the room. He stopped questioning, got up, and retrieved it before going on.
And now ( proof that real people appreciate literature )
Current Mood:  relaxed
Tags: family, literature, myers-briggs, snob
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