  ................................................................................... sparkling clean septic systems and airline culture ................................................................................... 6:37 a.m. -- i hear addison coughing upstairs, its a bit of a gagging cough and i'm a pretty over-protective parent when it comes to sickness... i arrive to find him throwing up on every piece of bed linen, pjs, pacifier, you name it. i rush him to the toilet so he can hold his head in it (which he clearly enjoys) and not throw up anymore.
i briefly remember the scene from trainspotting. i think about how much more alluring, clean and sparkly our bathroom, toilet, and possibly even septic system is than that one was. I wipe him clean, make him a sicky bed on the couch downstairs. (one of my favorite memories from being childhood was sickbeds on the sofas. ) (parenthetically to that parenthetically, one of my favorite traits about my grandma linda was that she always refered to couches as "sofas" or "davenports" -- never couches.
i subsequently always presumed that the word: couch was a bit lowbrow. my grandma linda was a pretty class act. more on that later. ) 9:00 a.m. -- the babysitting coop is scheduled to arrive -- no word yet on whether sickness will postpone their arrival. 11:30 a.m. -- jaelyn's preschool is having a thanksgiving feast for which she volunteered us to bring hotdogs. every four year old got to volunteer their specialty food. so the menu includes popcorn, hotdogs, white cake & (i pity the four year old's parents who volunteered on this one --) turkey. 3 p.m. -- i leave for 5 days in miami. that's right i'm leaving my wife with a sick two year old and a precocious 4 year old for five days.
i don't feel good about that. but i do relish the chance to be in liminal spaces all days -- airports / airplanes -- alone. finding space to be alone is so difficult during this season of life...there's something so freeing in the massness, the globalizingness, the strangerhood of airline travel...its a world (at least here in the "developed" world) that is so antiseptic... i don't embrace those values, but i have to admit that they provide me a place for solace. peace~ 
