So… do you want to know how the daycare interview went? Do ya? It was… OK. But I had an icky feeling about her place. For starters, it’s old. Which is not bad, necessarily. My house is old (1969) but hers was more like 1970s basement, complete with moldy mismatched furniture. She was nice enough; a little trashy but nice. But the two kickers: 1.) she takes all summer Fridays off (for a total of 10) plus 3 weeks paid vacation and 2.) she had a shrine to Jesus. There was this shelf in the living room adorned with the typical painting and some candles, a gold garland. It’s not the religious thing that irked me; it’s the need to construct and advertise. So anyway, I don’t think we’re choosing her. I just didn’t feel right about so many things there. I’m annoyed by this decision, even though it’s the right one. She would have been perfect, location wise. Sigh. Back to square one.

I met one of the new grad students today. He is nice and not a bit like what I heard… something about being AWOL and dishonorably discharged. Maybe someday I will get that whole story.

It began raining right around 2:30 – a hard misty kind of rain that shook the tress and made them bend to the side. Up above one of the brick buildings outside my window, a giant hawk was perched on a high loft, wings outrstetched, riding – if you will – this branch as the elements tossed it to and fro. It was a sight to see: this gigantic bird, seemingly getting a thrill out of this motion. It also sort of looked like he enjoyed the rain, like it was a shower.

Anyway, I have to go pick up the boy and I think to alleviate boredom, we’re headed to the mall. Macy’s is having some huge sale and who doesn’t need more baby clothes?