Friday, March 03, 2006

Perfect for each other

Have you ever noticed that there are people who are just meant to be together? I’m not talking about that happy couple down the street who can’t stop holding hands, or the old married couple who just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. Yes, they belong together, but not in the way I’m talking about.

I mean those whose weird idiosyncrasies complement each other. Sometimes, it’s an obvious characteristic, like the wild child who is attracted to the stable conservative. They balance each other out. Sometimes, it’s more subtle.

I recently observed the perfect example of this occurrence. I know two women who both irritate me, but in very different ways. Woman #1 is the type of person who feels the need to explain everything to you, regardless of whether you need the explanation. I guess it makes her feel superior to give you not only the answer to a question, but the history of the topic, and other facts she thinks you don’t know. Nevermind the fact that I didn’t ask for the answer to begin with, and that I was already privy to those little-known facts that she feels that she, and she alone, is aware of. I guess it makes her feel smarter than other people, even though she's not.

Woman #2 is someone who takes a while to grasp things, even simple ideas. I lose patience explaining something over and over for her to understand what I’m talking about. She’s a nice person, just not that bright.

The other day, I overheard these two women talking, and realized they were the perfect match. The first woman was going over, in exhausting detail, the history of some over-the-counter medication. The other was completely entranced.

I felt joy knowing that they’d found each other, that I wouldn’t have to hear another rousing account of the proper use of a particular word, and that if I needed to explain something in thorough detail over and over, then I could just ask Woman #1 to do it for me.

All is right with the world again.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

The things we do for our kids

This morning, I got the kids ready, dropped off Dak at daycare and then took Boogie to preschool. As I was unbuckling her seat belt, her little friend came running up to the car.

“Look, at my slippers!” he cried.

I turned around and looked at what he was wearing, and suddenly realized that I had forgotten what day it was. Pajama day. How could I have forgotten? I remember thinking when I received the note last week that pajama day would be an easy day for me, because I wouldn’t have to worry about getting Boogie ready in the morning. I looked forward to a morning where all I’d have to do was brush her hair and teeth, without the drama of what to wear, how quickly we could get dressed, etc.

But I had indeed forgotten and got her dressed in regular day clothes. I made the decision to be late for work (I’m leaving anyway, so does anyone really care?), and took Boogie back home to get dressed in her favorite Dora the Explorer pajamas made out of shiny purple velour. Very chic. We put on her blue and purple-flowered fuzzy slippers and headed back to preschool.

As we walked in the door, I realized I had made yet another mistake. Yes, all the kids were in pajamas, but they were also wearing sneakers, boots, and other normal shoes. There was Boogie in her fuzzy slippers, looking a little out of place (except for her friend, whose parents obviously made the same mistake I had).

So I asked the teacher if Boogie needed regular shoes. She looked at me full of sympathy and said, “They are going to be playing outside today, so it’s probably a good idea … but if you’re going to be late for work, don’t worry about it.”

Since I was already late anyway, I told her, and Boogie, that I’d be back. So I made another trip home to get her shoes. By the time I got back, Boogie was busy playing with Lego blocks with her friends. Typically, we have a morning tradition that she’ll stand at the window of her preschool room, and we’ll wave and blow kisses and give the sign-language signal of I Love You (you know, pinkie up, forefinger up, thumb out … very different from the rocker “goat” sign of just pinkie and forefinger up … my husband gets confused). This morning she said, “Mommy, I’m not going to wave at the window this morning because I’m busy playing with my friends.” What?! After all I did for her this morning and she can’t wave to me out the window?

I hugged her goodbye, and headed off to work, only 35 minutes late. And I thought, how awesome would it be to have pajama day at work? Just wake up in the morning, put on your fuzzy slippers and head out for the day. Granted, I know that it might be a risqué for some people who have different sleep habits than I do, but I’d be pretty content with some drawstring cotton pants and a soft T-shirt, instead of the suit jacket and confining shoes I’m forced to wear.

Oh, to be a kid again.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Perfect ... no wait, Pacific ... Storm

Yes, once again, it's raining in Southern California. The biggest news event in weeks. And thank God we have the media to help us get through or I don't know what we'd do. Just tonight, they gave tips on driving in the rain:

1) Check your tire tread
2) Make sure your lights are working in the front and back
3) Change your windshield wipers
4) Don't drive through standing water.

Need I remind everyone that IT'S JUST RAIN! It's not the worst blizzard in the history of mankind. It's not even a storm, despite what the bright blue bar says underneath the news reporter's name. It's rain. Yes, some of the roads have some standing water, but it's not like houses are floating away. Yes, it rained today during lunch, but I don't own an umbrella and my normally frizzy hair managed to stay tamed. Yes, it rained during my commute home, but I had my wipers on intermittent pretty much the whole time. Although that could be due to the fact that I could only drive 15 miles an hour because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO DRIVE IN THE RAIN HERE!

Sorry for the outburst. Living in Florida for more than a decade got me quite used to rain. Buckets of rain. Rain that could drench you to the skin in a matter of seconds.

I just checked the nifty dashboard feature on my iMac, and it looks like it's going to rain again tomorrow. Better get out the snow chains.