Ulysses Update #9
Woo, Ulysses! Yeah, that’s pretty much all I have for you on that subject for now.
No, Really
Thanks for the concern over the thing I can’t write about. I reread my post and I realize it comes across as rather dramatic. I didn’t really intend to be dramatic and probably wouldn’t have mentioned it at all but the post I ended up deleting had comments and I felt I should address it somehow. Anyway, all will be well, albeit perhaps somewhat awkward. But then, awkwardness is sort of like my hobby so yeah. It’s fine.
Anyway, didn’t I say I was going to come up with something insanely fascinating? Sorry about that. I’m in a kind of surprised-at-the-world sort of mood at present and I’m just not entertaining at all, I’m afraid. I’ll work on it.
Until I get back in the swing of things, here’s something that, while not what I’d call insanely fascinating, is perhaps mildly interesting. To me, at least. Here:
My mom forwarded me an email from this guy she used to work with because he’d written about how his kids were doing and I used to babysit his kids back when I was in high school. They were 11 and 7, respectively, but time being the way it is means that they’re all grown up now. The oldest is set to get married next year and the youngest is a world-traveling photographer. Of all the kids I’ve babysat in my life, those two were among my favorites, as they were really cool kids and we got along well and never had any problems. Well, except for that one time they got into a fight and I thought they might actually murder each other. I watched them several times over the course of a year, and then the family moved and I haven’t seen them since. So in my head, they are still 11 and 7, frozen in time. It’s not exactly strange (though it’s not exactly not strange either) to know that they’ve changed and are not the same kids I would sometimes let stay up late so we could watch cartoons. It makes me feel a little old, I guess.
On the bright side, at least it’s not like that time I was in the grocery store and I saw a guy and thought “Huh. Cute.” and then he said hi to me and I realized I babysat him when he was 8 and then I felt like an old perv.
Yes, at least there’s that.
I had the same experience with a gorgeous woman one day. I felt yucky inside when I realized that I could remember giving her treats on Halloween in the past.
Posted by Peter | November 11, 2008, 7:47 amA little over a week ago, I drove up north to visit my son and along the way I stopped to say hello to friends in Cadillac. When I walked in, there was a young lady sitting on the couch who sorta looked familiar, but context told me it was someone I’d met once but didn’t really know. Almost immediately, though, she got up and walked over towards me and said, “Do you remember me?” At which time, I realized it wasn’t who I first thought it was and then it clicked — it was the daughter of a woman I’d dated years ago. I think I’d not seen her in ten or eleven years.
Posted by patrick | November 11, 2008, 9:41 amthat’s kind of how i feel about my younger brother. even though we’ve had plenty of contact in the intervening years, i still kind of think of him as the 12-year-old he was when i left home.
the fact that he’s a 24-year-old man with two kids makes my mind shriek sometimes.
Posted by kelsi | November 11, 2008, 2:19 pm