2003-04-03 / 10:54 a.m.

(failed attempts to fly)

GB and I have a baby – a beautiful baby girl who’s yet to be named even though she seems to be a few months old. Actually I couldn’t tell you how old she is. She’s sitting up and walking but still looks like she’s just a few months old.

We’re in a fast food restaurant somewhere (even though we don’t eat fast food) and I’m watching her while GB is in the bathroom. When he comes out I say you know, we don’t have anything for her because no one gave us a baby shower and we didn’t host one ourselves.

And it’s true, even though she’s at least several months old she’s still unnamed and without a stroller, crib, high chair or other basic necessities.

We end up walking to my mother’s house – the old house I grew up in Texas where we haven’t lived for nearly 20 years – and my mother’s talking about getting remarried and she looks small and thin like she did when I was a child and I feel frightened.

Later, we’re back at my mother’s house in California. I’ve been watching the house but I didn’t get a chance to clean before she came home from her trip. But that’s OK, when she walks in she’s more interested in the new, giant tattoo of a sleeping woman that’s on my back.

last night ... tonight