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A period of seclusion
Jun. 17th, 2006 05:10 pmI was thinking the other day about the fact that we are in a period of seclusion.
Our pediatrician advised us not to have Peter out in public - even in grocery stores - for the first eight weeks (which, happily, will be up just in time for July 4th!) After that point, of course, we want him exposed to as many germs as possible, and he should get sick at least once in his first year; but for now, I get out amazingly little, and the times I do get out break down into: a) to doctors, with Peter; or b) the rare errand that I run myself, leaving Peter with Eric.
It is really a hermit-like lifestyle, even for me.
On another note, I've developed a new sub-flavor of House Dreams.
Up until recently, there were four flavors of House Dreams that I'd had at various times in my life.
Flavor 1: the Independence Dream. When I've had it: during teen and college years until I got my first apartment. How it goes: I discover a hidden, blocked-off room in the house, which strangely is furnished and clean, and is all mine. (Yes, I did have my own room, but this was a new, secret room.)
Flavor 2: the Intricate Chambers Dream. When I've had it: my whole life, more or less. How it goes: In a familiar house (these days, always my or my best friend's childhood home), I discover secret passageways leading to an expansive, multi-level basement complex, stairways in the walls, extra attic rooms, etc. etc.
Flavor 3: the Anxiety Dream. When I've had it: either my whole life or since I moved out of my parents, not sure which. How it goes: I'm in a house or apartment, often unfamiliar, alone or with roommates, and it has way too many doors. I'm trying to get them all locked at once, but they suffer from the following shortcomings: 1) doors which people keep leaving unlocked; 2) doors which do not lock; 3) doors which do not latch or close properly; 4) big open spaces which are completely indefensible and can't even be called doors.
Flavor 4: the Freedom Dream. When I've had it: in recent years. How it goes: I am going back to college, and have been assigned a dorm room or have rented an off-campus apartment. Various mundane roommate and furnishing details follow, with the occasional weird skullduggery plot offshoot. I am never married and have no responsibilities.
Well, I was rather amused the other day to discover House Dream Flavor 4a:
Flavor 4a: the Shared Freedom Dream. When I've had it: about a week ago. How it goes: Eric and I are going back to college, yadda yadda dorm room yadda yadda apartment. We do not have a baby, and have no responsibilities.
Our pediatrician advised us not to have Peter out in public - even in grocery stores - for the first eight weeks (which, happily, will be up just in time for July 4th!) After that point, of course, we want him exposed to as many germs as possible, and he should get sick at least once in his first year; but for now, I get out amazingly little, and the times I do get out break down into: a) to doctors, with Peter; or b) the rare errand that I run myself, leaving Peter with Eric.
It is really a hermit-like lifestyle, even for me.
On another note, I've developed a new sub-flavor of House Dreams.
Up until recently, there were four flavors of House Dreams that I'd had at various times in my life.
Flavor 1: the Independence Dream. When I've had it: during teen and college years until I got my first apartment. How it goes: I discover a hidden, blocked-off room in the house, which strangely is furnished and clean, and is all mine. (Yes, I did have my own room, but this was a new, secret room.)
Flavor 2: the Intricate Chambers Dream. When I've had it: my whole life, more or less. How it goes: In a familiar house (these days, always my or my best friend's childhood home), I discover secret passageways leading to an expansive, multi-level basement complex, stairways in the walls, extra attic rooms, etc. etc.
Flavor 3: the Anxiety Dream. When I've had it: either my whole life or since I moved out of my parents, not sure which. How it goes: I'm in a house or apartment, often unfamiliar, alone or with roommates, and it has way too many doors. I'm trying to get them all locked at once, but they suffer from the following shortcomings: 1) doors which people keep leaving unlocked; 2) doors which do not lock; 3) doors which do not latch or close properly; 4) big open spaces which are completely indefensible and can't even be called doors.
Flavor 4: the Freedom Dream. When I've had it: in recent years. How it goes: I am going back to college, and have been assigned a dorm room or have rented an off-campus apartment. Various mundane roommate and furnishing details follow, with the occasional weird skullduggery plot offshoot. I am never married and have no responsibilities.
Well, I was rather amused the other day to discover House Dream Flavor 4a:
Flavor 4a: the Shared Freedom Dream. When I've had it: about a week ago. How it goes: Eric and I are going back to college, yadda yadda dorm room yadda yadda apartment. We do not have a baby, and have no responsibilities.
