The day after Easter I was on the subway. A father sat down across from me with his daughter. She insisted on sitting by the window. At one point, the father reminded her about the story of Jesus rising from the dead. "Like zombies?" she asked. "No," he said. "Not like a zombie." He paused, then asked, "Do you believe in zombies?" She nodded vigorously. Posted by eugene at 2:13 PM

Yesterday I held Maxine for the first time. In the past she was too small and I was afraid. She's now four months old and her personality has become more distinct. She can also hold herself up. When babies are little, I'm afraid for their floppy heads. During the course of our lunch, she was very well behaved. And afterwards, when Jean and I were sitting in the restaurant, she happily stared out the window. She cries a little every time she farts.

Simone started labor yesterday afternoon. She said she'd text from the delivery room but I haven't heard anything thus far.

A couple of weeks ago, my brother made me an uncle for the second time. I have a patch of grey hair on my head in the shape of a square. I shave my head so it's not as noticeable. I need to book a ticket to Denver. Posted by eugene at 11:27 AM | Comments (2)

Disappointment is a funny thing; you're upset about not having something you didn't have in the first place. I went to the supermarket and bought a Carvel ice cream cake: "It's what happy tastes like." Posted by eugene at 9:44 PM