Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Marchish 3

On the 26th, Frankie slid off the road. He is fine and the car just has a little dent in it, so no lasting damage for anything that actually matters, but something like that happening really makes you think. When people say there are always people out there who are worse off than you, you just think, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course there are. But can’t my life suck, too?” It’s different however, when it’s you who has it worse off than yourself. You know your own feelings and how you work—people tend to have an amazing ability to empathize with themselves. So the Marchish posts are dedicated to the Kiri in the parallel universe that is maybe a whole lot worse off than me right now.

Euphie graduated! Yes, that’s right. Her life with candy will never be the same—in a good way. I was eating a handful of Mike and Ike jelly beans (an Easter thing, I think-- the sour ones are delicious but the normal ones just taste like jelly beans and I was really hoping for more of a Mike and Ike essence to them) when Euphie came downstairs and spotted me. I try to avoid giving her candy in general, and it’s easiest to do that by not eating it front of her, but she had been upstairs so I risked giving myself the snack. Anyway, so there she suddenly was asking for some. I decided to give her just one. This is a perk about having children that people don’t typically mention. “Just have one” means you can give away the crap candy—like when you’re a dalmuti in the Great Dalmuti—it just means you end up with an all around better hand. Hey, wait a second, now that I think about it--the reason why I had the jellybeans in the first place was because my own mother was rather disappointed with the non-Mike-and-Ike Mike and Ike jelly beans and thus I inherited them… Anyway, so I gave Euphie a yellow. But she said no! And so I gave her a green. And she said, “No.” And she kept pointing at my hand and saying, “I want one.” Then I realized there was a stupid pina colada clear flavor which I hadn’t noticed earlier since it’s just a stupid flavor that shouldn’t even exist. So I gave her one of those and she said, “No.” So yeah, even as rarely as she gets candy, she now understands that reds and pinks will always taste the best.

Euphie goes poopoo in her potty a couple of times a week and once she even realized her pee was about to come and went peepee in her potty as well, so I think we’re coming along nicely with her potty trainedness. That said her favorite use of her little girl potty is still for fashion purposes. It’s kinda cute though, because even in wearing pieces of toilet as a hat, her nature as a good big sister still shines through. She takes Adelaide’s comfort into account by taking the harder, outer pieces for herself and shoving the much softer butt pad on Adelaide.

Euphrates is terribly afraid of bugs. When she sees these tiny little things that move she immediately freaks out. Her reaction sequence consists of a priceless look of fear on her face, sometimes crying other times just stunned silence, and then running towards anyone who can pick her up. That’s why it was rather impressive when Frankie went into her room and she took his hand and brought him over to a box. She lifted up the box and under it was a firebug. She captured a bug under something and then had Frankie deal with it after. She’s growing up so fast! As a side note, later on she saw one and immediately stomped it, but little tiny Euphie extinguishing an even little tinier life isn’t nearly as endearing a story.

I burnt my burgers. On the upside, Euphie’s tomato hit Frankie’s face.


snigwel said...

i don't like posting comments, possibly because i'm a selfish bastard and once i think them they're already essentially posted in my head, so what's the point in making them physically manifest for others' enjoyment when any pleasure i might siphon from thinking them up has already been extracted. i duuno, that's prolly bs.

anyhow, regardless of the true reason for my reticence, i've gotta let you know that you've become one of my favorite writers. You could totally write one of those books with all of the anecdotes with humorous yet insightful connections drawn between them. And such. Not that you wouldn't do swimmingly if you took a stab at a piece of full blown sci-fi awesome. Just pointing out the proof in the textual goop -- Your recounting of daily events manages to keep me happily engaged. Plus, there was totally some authentic giggling-out-loud.



-the cellophane-clad grifter

Kiri said...

Awwww. Thanks, Chris! I miss your dribblings--brings back some good memories.

Kiri said...

Hmm, dribblings wasn't the right word there. Your writing style reminds me of The Wind in the Willows and then that is applied to some crazy freaking awesome concepts.