Tracks to Clementine

Who's in the What Now?

When I got home from teaching today, I found myself thinking "how strange that the sunlight is causing Gavin or Evan to look like the Avid Theatre Supporter..."

But it really was him (starts with "B" rhymes with "oling"). I tell you, it's fairly disconcerting to come home after a long day and then end up having to have a highly unanticipated twenty minute conversation with an in-his-60's man perusing an auction catalogue on your couch, perhaps even more disconcerting than having your director seriously ask you "how do you feel about wearing that corset, uh, by itself?"

In more concerting news, class today made me giggle. See, because we had to take some charcoal to a barbecuing gorilla and the only way to get the charcoal was to trick it away from the charcoal creatures. Charcoal creatures, as I'm sure you've suspected, are identifiable because they jump and wiggle around while tossing charcoal and yelling "Hot! Hot! Hot!" And everyone knows that the only way to get them to give you charcoal is to go up to them and yell "Lighter fluid!" in a very loud and scary voice.

And furthermore, I couldn't sleep last night because I'd taken four Excedrin to trick my head out of its four-day ache. This may or may not have affected my lesson plan.

In conclusion, I would like you all to know that I had the Best Picnic Ever with my father on Saturday. We got snackin's at Whole Foods, then went to Carkeek Park. After a lovely conversation, we decided we were going to walk down to the beach and also look at the train tracks. I took a little detour to the ladies room and when I came out, I couldn't find my dad anywhere. I thought he'd be standing around waiting, so imagine my delight when I heard him yell "Ida!" as he swung into view above some bushes, then immediately swung out of view, then back into view again. "Ida! The seats are high enough for grown-ups, c'mon!" And so my dad and I swung on the swings until he decided to jump off. Then I jumped off. Then we heard a train coming. My dad looked at me, yelled "Train!" and took off running toward the tracks.

Nature, nuture; potato, potahto.

UPDATE 9:57pm
The Avid Theatre Supporter just came back into my house and said "I'll just need to change into my bathrobe." When I asked if he wanted to use the bathroom to change, he just shrugged and started changing RIGHT FREAKING BEHIND ME WHILE I WAS WORKING.

(This is probably where I should mention that there is an actual reason that he was at my house, and that reason is a little Lefebvre-shot film for Keira's party.)

Posted by Ida at August 19, 2003 09:20 PM