I'm not gonna lie to you. It's been a hard week. This is a week that's been full of disappointment, swollen eyes, too little sleep, and setbacks. It's one of those weeks where I'm tugged in so many directions I don't know where to begin. And furthermore, I don't even want to begin. So I've retreated inside to that place where things are always okay. Bad behavior is given the green light, because I simply can't cope with doling out self-discipline.
The wind in the trees outside was making shadows dance against the powder blue pull-down shades. Mottled light played over unfolded clothes spilling from the plastic basket on the floor, across the green shag carpeting, up a gold-flecked french provincial-style dresser, and off a silver tray that cradled a matching mirror and hairbrush.
The room was hot, heavy, and still. I sat gingerly on the edge of my grandmother’s bed, unsure of what to do. She lay on her side next to me, breathing audibly, staring straight ahead. I tentatively put my hand on her arm. "I hope you feel better soon, Grandma," I finally told her, smiling, as I got up to go.
I don’t want to have a baby. Oh lawds, no. I don’t. I won’t. I can’t. I shan’t.
Absolutely no offense to those out there who have been pregnant, who are pregnant, or who desire to be pregnant. The thought of pregnancy simply terrifies me. I try to imagine what it would be like to be in a family way and I just want to put my head down between my knees and rock back and forth and moan. Ghost nausea, I suppose.
Dear Modern Hotel Bathroom Designers:
First, I'd like to congratulate you on your influence. Thanks to you, nearly every hotel that has ever dreamt of being regarded as "hip" and "chic" and "sleek" and "quotational" has remodeled its bathrooms in accordance with your trendsetting vision. And thanks to you, nearly every single one of those bathrooms now follows an open concept treatment of the shower: a wide expanse of floor-to-ceiling stone tiles fed by an overhead waterfall fixture and shielded with a little bitty strip of glass. Sort of like this: