Saturday, September 15, 2012

Saturday Morning—Words and Nothing, Really


LFG is still asleep. I’m almost giddy amidst the phenomenon of having her here with me for three nights in this, my incrementally devolving Casa Minimus Man Cave. She was exhausted last night after two dance classes yesterday and her second week of seventh grade homework. I fed her dinner…comfort food…like the old days when she was five or six years old…baked chicken and French style green beans. She was postprandially comatose on the sofa within minutes of finishing her dinner.
I’ll gladly engage in my finance and transportation duties today as I shuttle LFG to back to back dance classes and a couple of other appointments as well. Here’s what I mentioned in an email to a friend earlier this morning… L___is still asleep. I gave her a small dose of adult NyQuil last night before bed. She’s got an adult sounding rattle in her chest. It’s been so long since I’ve had her here, in Old Town, for three consecutive days…I’m reveling in it…even though I’m essentially doing the transport to dance classes thing for the most part. I’m just a completely different and frankly, better person when I’m with my child. I think you know what I’m saying. Only parents can understand that phenomenon.” I don’t give marital or child rearing advice as a general rule. But I’ve come to the following so take it for what it’s worth—Either have zero kids or more than one.
I’m still smarting from having to miss the F.I.T. Ivy Style opening reception last night. I gladly accepted the invitation to join all of the Trad-Prep-Ivy devotees when the reception was originally scheduled for last Tuesday night. I’d already booked my train to Gotham when I got an email informing everyone that at the last minute they were moving it to last night. I don’t subordinate my LFG opportunities to anything, including what I’m sure woulda been a fun get together at F.I.T. It pained me to do so but a few years ago, I had to decline the opportunity to spend an evening with Tom Wolfe and my friend Alan Flusser at the Rhode Island School of Design’s evening gala honoring the late, great Richard Merkin. I don’t subordinate my LFG opportunities to anything.

Words. Read this…“Blackberry jam is my Proust's madeleine - one lick of the knife and I am eight years old again, devouring slightly burnt toast with a slab of cold butter and a seed-flecked puddle of complete heaven.”  Go over to MonAvis, Mes Amis and read more of it. I mean shit…if I could write anything without profanity and sans photos and actually have people read it, then I’d call myself a writer. Shut up.

Words…Randomanalia and Butcept long ago became two of my faves here in blogland…to the point that when I announced my blogging cessation, Yankee Whiskey Papa and Giuseppe declared that they wanted the rights to them. But for some reason, they eschewed any interest in Shut up. Now that I think of it, I believe that I stole Randomanalia from Lime Green Girl. But this morning my keyboard flicks contrived one that I think’s gonna be a keeper for me. Irreleventia. Kinda sums it all up for me.
Onward. Awaiting a Shell Cordovan experience on Monday that’s gonna be big. One way or the other. There will be no middle ground on this one. I’ll either be preening or hiding.

ADG-Two

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

Did you call the Portland Fed Ex? If you get in the car this afternoon, you can be waiting when they open on Monday. Oh, I see. Middle age has made you patient.

I figured the blackberry jam prose for yours. It's not like you didn't grow up in blackberry country.

It's a shame you didn't pick up a copy of Waugh's VILE BODIES in the bookstore. You could have read that it's YELLOW shoes and green HATS we're supposed to be wearing.

tata
Nigel Small-Fawcett

Lee said...

"Postprandially'! DFW's kid, indeed.

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Anonymous said...

Oh that sweet golden-hair head, the little fingers pressed up against your [enviable] houndstooth windowpane bolster, soooo happy for you Max. Don't miss LPC today as she, too, grapples with her own universal parent/child separation stuff. Thanks for sharing so much of your heart and soul with us. Sending xoxoxo

-Flo

ilovelimegreen said...

Now ADG, just what have I done to deserve credit for adding Randomanalia to your vocabulary? I wish I came up with that one! Unusualia is MY word but I don't think you've used it. And I love irreverentia and am still trying to work obscuriana into an ad.

Anonymous said...

ADG, we've got 1 child, a beautiful 2 1/2 year old girl. it's so hard to keep up and we've thought of having another child and haven't been sure whether to "pull the trigger". your comment really makes me think about this. you're absolutely right, either have zero or more than one. so well said. i hope we make the right decision.

ADG said...

Anon1Child...Congrats on your little girl. That's a fun age. I just believe that when you only have one, they become the sole recipient of too much of our hopes-dreams-obsessions and good intent. Kinda reverse child abuse. My mother is the youngest of ten kids. She just tisk-tisks most of my LFG worries.

LimeGreener...OBSCURIANA is better than any of them!

Flo...the houndstooth/district check is the original material covering my sofa. The slipcover was so gnarly that I washed it but have yet to put it back on.

Lee...who is DFW?

Nigel Drippy-Faucettteee ... Portland Oregon.

James said...

She is still an angel.

yoga teacher said...

My wasband and I take pictures of our 16-year-old sleeping beauty with our phones and text them to each other, because, if she's awake, she ain't at home either place!

Anonymous said...

"district check"

Ah. District check. Thanks Max.

-F

ELS said...

You soppy sod. We're all mucking about bleakly at the passing hours and years at the moment - LPC made me cry, you've made me want to sit in a dark room with Leonard Cohen.

I am in absolute dread for the day that lovely child of yours gets a boyfriend. I suspect you'll grow a popgun and get run off your porch for waking up the neighbours...

ELS said...

PS, sans profanity? Have you bloody well ever read the buggering thing?

BethAnn said...

ELS - we had better start a fund now to be saved for when the golden-haired LFG gets a boyfriend as I'm afraid our dear Max will either end up a drunken mess, in debtor's prison for too much shoe therapy or in real jail for doing heaven knows what to the poor boy. He is probably curled in ball hiding somewhere right now just having read your comment with the thought of her with a boy.

ELS said...

BethAnn, foetally rocking himself, forehead bloodied from banging it on the cell wall.....

Lee said...

David Foster Wallace. (I knew I should have subscribed to the comments.) He drops "postprandial" like 15 times in the first 300 pages of Infinite Jest. I've never read it anywhere else but here.

Age Of Style said...

Regret you couldn't make MFIT opening. Awaiting your star turn-----Squeeze

Squeeze said...

Regret you were unable to make MFIT opening--- Awaiting your star turn.

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