Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Wednesday Morning Drive

Last night, while trying to fall asleep, I had a Lionel Richie medley running through my head. Not the good stuff, like when he was a Commodore, but the treacly stuff: Stuck On You, Say You Say Me, All Night Long (okay, I admit to grooving a bit to that one). All this is to say that you never know when 80s music nostalgia will come to haunt you in the night.

The Baby keeps falling over from her seated position and kvetches until I come reposition her. She is nearly nine months old and I believe she should be able to find a way out of her predicament. Am I being too harsh?

The Husband worked from 7am to midnight yesterday and will do so again today. The Baby and I have to go to the pediatrican and to the university, where I am to sign a contract for a translation I did for the Agriculture Department in November. The kind-ish woman at the International House told me I had to bring some ID and a marca da bollo, a sort of stamp with a value on it that, I don’t know, verifies something for the state, or is a tax. The point is, why the f*** do I have to pay for it? It’s nearly 15 euros, 14.62 to be exact. Oddly enough, I had purchased a marca da bollo for exactly that amount about a year ago for the Husband, who turned out not to have needed it. I have kept it in m wallet ever since and today is the day it shall serve its purpose!

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