The Bonny Baby Competition has sucked out my will to live. Okay may that is a bit harsh, but since I last left you I’ve been in the mall all day with the Bonny Baby Competition. Basically instead of just selling papers I also get rowdy kids and even rowdier mums in line and tell them what they need to do. I learned long ago that doctors have a special language that they write on their charts to describe patients to other doctors; often not to flattering. When I learned this I was afraid of the LONH judgment which means Lights On Nobody Home – I now know what this really means. I can see it in their eyes, I’m explaining something very simple – “place your name here” – they are completely vacant and I can just tell that the information is not filtering in and as I leave them I hear “Do you want my name?” Or I ask them “are you here for the competition?” and I get blank looks – you’re only standing in the line that says Bonny Baby Competition and you have a baby. I tried to simplify it. “Are you here for photos?” Nothing. I know I have an accent – but really. UHhhhhh.
In other news just finished reading Life of Pi and was happy to a shout out to our old favorite Moby Dick in it. I need to get off the graphic butchering in the Pacific book kick I seem to be on.
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The Old Man and The Sea comes recommended, then. Highly so.
IN relation to that, I can but recommend the Old mand and the Bee. It starts out as quite a one sided relationship, but then the bee buys a hat, and the man likes it. It begins to tail off from then on really. The Bee holds it together for me, really.
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