Thursday, February 02, 2006

ETC: All Summer in a Morning

Dude, I'm beat. Unfortunately, given that most of my days are pretty much alike, and I have a hard time remembering what I did during the day at the best of times, I don't know exactly why I'm tired. I just am.

When I mentioned this to
Rusty, he asked me if I took young Master Sam out during the brief period of sun we had this morning.*

(If you haven't been following Vancouver's weather lately, then you might be surprised and excited to learn that the city just broke a record for "the most days of rain in January since the weather office began keeping records in 1937." We're talking 29 rainy days out of 31. If only I'd invested in that galoshes factory. Drat.)

You want to know what's crazy? Until Rusty asked me that, not only had I forgotten about our brief window of sun, I'd also totally blanked on the fact that Sam and I actually did have a rather splendid-ish time in the park today, first on the swings and then closely inspecting a tree that captured Sam's interest. Maybe that's why I'm tired. Or maybe my fatigue is due to some other activity I've managed to expel from my memory. I'm a little afraid to probe deeper.

So. Yes. Tired. Therefore, in lieu of a proper post, I offer you a peek inside my virtual wallet. In other words, baby pictures.

All together now: Yaaaaaay!

(For those of you who hate baby pictures and are cursing the 0.671 kilojoules of energy you expended clicking your mouse to come to this site today, scroll past the photos -- don't forget to avert your eyes! -- to the end of this post, where I've placed a bookish tidbit for you to enjoy as much as your cold, dead heart will allow.)








*Lately, our weather's been reminding me of that Ray Bradbury short story "All Summer in a Day" that was taught to me in grade five. I don't know whose bright idea that was, because that story continues to haunt the shit out of me to this day. If you're not familiar with it, the full text is available online here. Don't say I didn't warn you.

15 comments:

Dirce said...

Oh god, that story completely scarred me when we read it. I still get that same sense of creeping horror every time I think about that pale, sad girl, trapped in the closet, hearing the rain start again...
On a lighter note, seriously cute baby pictures!

White Trasherati said...

Oooh, the booties! Little knitted bootie moccassin-thingies! How cute. And man, is he going to have a serious set of bedroom eyes when he reaches adulthood. You better drag out the big stick to keep the admirers at bay.

Lins said...

I saw a movie version of that story in grade 4 and it has haunted me for years, especially because I couldn't remember the title. Also very cute baby.

Alison E said...

That story always haunts me, too, both the story itself and the equally sobworthy film version, where the stupid little ass that decides to lock her in the closet keeps saying, "It was a joke! What? IT WAS A JOKE!"

Like that's an excuse of some kind.

Heather said...

Love the amazed awe in the first photo. Too cute!

Jennifer said...

What Alison E said about the story.

And those pictures!!! Such a FACE!!!! :-D

Anonymous said...

OH MY GOD! Aah! That story totally freaked me out, it still does, as you say, haunt me - I never knew who it was by, or if I imagined it, til now. Ok, creepy.

Adorable photos, by the way ;)

Libby said...

I *love* the second-to-last one -- he looks like he is passionately arguing his point, and outraged that you haven't agreed with him yet.

Such a great kid!

Dave said...

That first picture is so wicked. It's like God had just walked in the room and said, "Hey kid, what's shakin'?"

gillian said...

In regards to your mentioning "All Summer in a Day": I actually said the same thing (that the weather reminded me of that story) two weeks ago. And I'm further reminded. Ugh.

nurhuda said...

Your boy is so cute. Thanks for sharing the pictures with us. :)

Doppelganger said...

Awww... thanks for the compliments, guys. What I love about having a baby is that there's no need for false modesty, so I can enthusiastically agree with you that he is both cute and awesome. Heh.

About that short story: I KNOW. It's one of the worst things I've ever read that didn't involve out-and-out violence and gore. Man. I can't believe they teach it to kids. I only read it the one time, about 25 years ago, and it's still haunting me. Stories like that ought to come with a warning.

Different Gillian than above said...

Oh man,
I was in that adapted play, about ten years ago, and I played Margot, the girl who gets locked in the closet. It was robbed of any emotional impact for me, because in a production of middle school students, it turned into a total gong show.
I don't think we made it through a single rehearsal without giggling at the dumb poem I had to recite that ended with: "The sun and my parents are both the same. They have forgotten me, and left me, crying in the rain."
Geez.

Kim said...

I love the grumpy one! He's soooo cute...

I saw you two on Zed tonight!! That was seriously great - very cool to put faces to you and I loved the Sigur Ros suggestion! (and Sam looked cool in his sheriff toque...) Very cool - thanks for the heads up!

Doppelganger said...

Thanks, Kim! I just saw your comment, so sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you. If you can believe it, I still haven't seen the segment myself, because the show is on late, I was tired, and I'm a dork who doesn't know how to program her nigh-defunct VCR. I'm supposed to get a DVD of the episode, so I can't wait to see it, despite my fear of looking like a spaz on TV. So thanks for the kind words; you've helped alleviate my fears somewhat.