Trains

On Monday I took dinner to my parents so I could visit with Max who had been on vacation with all the other retired people in the world at Quartzsite, AR.  After dinner I discovered that the only thing less interesting than playing legos is playing trains.  Ugh.  After pushing the trains around on the sand pit / train table I said, "Oh Max this is soooo not interesting."  He thought I was funny.  Then I discovered that all of his trains have names so I started making up stories for them and before I knew it Thomas and Emily were kissing.  (Whatever, they've probably been "friends" forever.)  In between kissing I exclaimed "Ugggggh, Max this is so boring!"  Then I made the trains ride up on my arms and jump (in hopes that the trains jumping would help Max to jump in gymnastics because the jumping he does in gymnastics is only a distant relative of actual jumping.)  I also had the trains crash into each other until I realized that this might result in boy violence and since I know better than to throw my trains into my mom's cabinet of porcelain cows I thought I probably shouldn't model behavior that might lead to that.  In any case, what I came away with is trains are fucking boring.

I didn't get to go to gymnastics today because I had to go to a meeting.  Every week this month I have been to one meeting that has made me want to change my profession.  Today, at the end, I thought what if I just burst into tears? What if I just start sobbing because I can't fucking stand this fucking shit any more?  What would happen?  I think I'm a good person.  I try to do my best.  It leaves me to wonder why I have to sit through such awful meetings.  The best part of today?  My walk with Clarence and Bill.  Why?  Because it was at 10am on a weekday and because they're fucking funny.