paid my bills, did other nasty paperwork this morning, then packed up my stationary, sarong, and suntan lotion and headed to the beach. i hadn't been to the beach yet since i moved to the north side, and i'm so charmed. it's a cute little cove (just like bermuda! um, kinda...) it's right on loyola's campus, so you're walking down this residential street of these big mansions and beach houses, and you look down the street and it ends in WATER. it just sends a shiver through you. walking down it reminded me alot of rodney st at rehoboth. there's a playground there, too, with swings and a bridge and stuff....
so i laid out in the sun and wrote the last of my thank you notes and some postcards to go with packages (maybe you'll get one too, if you'd just leave a comment asking nicely) and it was so delightful and summery. much more real than the plastic-feeling cruise. there were children there, with their parental butlers following behind them bearing sand toys. how lucky, to grow up in a city, yet still be able to walk to the beach all summer. that makes for a good childhood. they reminded me of anne lamott, who at the beach watched the babys rolling around in the sand like little breaded veal cutlets. decided i need to find some children in chicago. the kind i can take to the beach and make coloring books for and play pretend games with and read to. i don't know if i'll ever be able to wait until lily is old enough.
came home, showered, went to the grocery store. how can one have a movie theater, a beach, and not one but TWO grocery stores within walking distance? this northside, it's crazy. talking about crazy, this man accosted me walking home, trying to get me to let him hook up illegal cable for me. i laughed at him and told him i don't have a tv.
"come on, why don't you want my cable?"
"i told you, i don't have a tv."
"you don't have a tv?!?!"
"nope, sorry."
"well, listen, i can get you one!"
"i don't WANT one!"
"what? you don't want a tv? why don't you want one?"
"they rot your brain."
"no, man, you can control your own thoughts. you can control your own destiny."
"whatever, i don't want one."
as i'm crossing the street, he's like, "hey, you smoke weed?" i shake my head no. he shouts across the street to me, "acid?" i can't help but laugh out loud.
also, in the game of grocery store bingo, the guy behind me had 2 self-filled gallons of water, 2 jumbo egg cartons of 18 eggs each, and 10 whole grain powerbars. i of course called ch immediately after checking out so i could tell him about my contestant, and ch said, "man, he probably shits little pellets like a bunny rabbit."
and i got an email back from dad today. it basically said, i make fun of everyone not just the gays, i've got lots of gay friends, and i'd love you if you were an ax murderer, you could stay with me on the lam- so gay's no big deal compared to that.
so i'd call that a pretty positive response. i told mom, and she was like, wait, is he comparing being gay to being a murderer? and i'm like, no, i don't think so- and i think it's a bit much to pick on dad's first reaction when she was all miss "are you sure?" and "eww i don't really wanna know" but whatever. the end of the story is i've got my loving enlighted parents and all is well.
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