Some things don’t change
They really don’t. The sun always rises and sets. Or the burnt taste my Starbucks coffee always has. Scripture never changes – that’s a good one. And the fact that I always want to spend much more on cosmetics and shampoo than I can actually really afford – sigh…
Take this stationary bike for instance. This ugly old stationary bike that has been sitting outside my apartment for the whole of the 5 years we have been living here. Doesn’t it kind of depress you to look at it? Is it mine? No. Is it actually ever used? No. Our neighbor just can’t seem to bring himself to get rid of it apparently. I’ve tried to think of ways to bring up the subject tactfully but how do you say, “Hey Jeronimo, how bout we toss this nasty eyesore I have to greet every morning?” The right words just don’t come to mind. Is it earth shattering that it continues to sit there?…no…
So I guess, there are just some things you can pretty much always count on.
Some things do change, however, like my growing tummy or as my husband S likes to call it, The Baby Hut. I am now in my 31st week of pregnancy. I am not totally uncomfortable yet, but there are days I wish I hadn’t eaten so much in one sitting. The baby is moving a ton now, especially when I am trying to sleep. It is the oddest sensation sometimes, I’ll be honest.
July 24th, 2008 at 5:53 pm
I'm pretty sure that Oprah said you should put a tablecloth over the bike and turn it into a planter. I never watch her show, but I was channeling her the other night, it was pretty emotional.