don't you wish you were me?

We're having one of those absurd evenings that is both hilariously geeky and slightly romantic and really rather pleasant. Gene has purchased a grill, after declaring the one in front of the building unfit. He has two of the computers over here so we can rip and burn my entire cd collection. Spent the better part of an hour laying on his bed reading a very odd and dry South African novel which won the Booker Prize a few years back. Right now I'd settle for the steak, which looks very inviting right now. Gene's stalking around, waving a cigarette with one hand and sometimes telling me to shut up. (Really, I can't help but laugh) The laundry buzzer is very loud where I am sitting. We're doing laundry too, you see. I'm dressed as the female Johnny Cash today, complete with hat.

I am not entirely shiftless

Hana wants me to come spend some time with her boys, a couple hours each day so she can get some work done. Apparently Christopher and Patrick have been rating other babysitters as "not quite Amanda." I like them. They're good eggs. I think I'll take them swimming, run around in the park and we can play video games when it gets too hot.

Last night I was talking with Gene about how unprepared and frightened I am of motherhood. It's different though, with other people's children. I've never been too comfortable with them, because I was such a weird kid and treated so differently by the adults around. Yet I honestly adore Hana's boys and it flatters me beyond measure that they want me to come over and play.

On my second shower of the day. I have a very shiny blue bra that I'm quite fond of now. Perhaps we shall go get some flowers for Hana, since we're taking over the blanket I had my mom make for her. I took a few pictures, but it's hard to judge the color, or see the immense amount of stitches that went into the pattern. It's of a crane, in the water and reeds, because I remember her telling us that cranes were signes of luck on the bus trundling across Moravia last year.