I did this for the sole purpose of making myself seem more (much more) cosmopolitan than I am. I try to drop it in conversation, "I was reading the most fascinating article in THE NEW YORK TIMES....", and I just feel more interesting.
In any event, a few weeks ago I read and article in THE NEW YORK TIMES about people who begin blogs and then just let it go into cyberspace. I am going to make an effort to not to become one of the growing population of those who dropped their blogs (when they become exhausted from taking care of their 5 month old twin daughters and all they want to do is play video poker).
This week our friend Gretchen invited us over to her house for a bar-b-que.
"So my friend is your pediatrician," she says.
"And I think she is going to come over with her kids tonight."
My first thought is , did I bring an Ativan? Don't get me wrong, I love our pediatrician, but I can't be at a bar-b-que with her. She is completely out of context. I'm fine seeing her in an examination room, but I can't be eating from the same cheese plate.
Once when I was in third grade I saw my teacher at the Ralph's market, walking by her I tripped and almost fell all the way to the ground. I know its a disability, but I really need for people to stay within the confines of my limited involvement with them. I just can't have any cross over.
The pediatrician came and Gioconda was really excited, because although she knows about the "cross over" rule, she doesn't obey it. Gioconda mixes people all the time and loves it.
"There are too many people, from too many different places. This is going to be a disaster ," I warn before every party.
"It will all work out," she always says, and to this point she has been right. Yet in my heart I know some day she'll take it too far, its really only a matter of time.
I dribbled some beer down my chin which flowed into my left ear and I am almost certain the pediatrician saw it and I couldn't eat because I didn't want to get something stuck in my teeth, but Gioconda sat by her chatting freely. She just doesn't get it. The whole event made me very nervous.
At one point I found myself alone with pediatrician in an awkward silence.
Clearly this was my opportunity to reveal myself as the interesting person I really am...
"I was reading THE NEW YORK TIMES, the other day and..."
