Today we are pretending to be morning people. We were also middle of the night people, but that's neither here nor there. Two nights ago I figured out that a bottle of milk seems to solve alot of problems, so last night, when Jude was waking up frequently, I was throwing milk at the problem. It worked, as far as calming him down, though it created a problem of its own in that Jude's diaper was saturated to capacity by the time I changed it this morning. It was at that time that I realized that the sky was brightening, and a quick time check -- 5:20 am -- persuaded me to abandon any intentions I may have had for getting any more sleep. I can always try for a nap later on. Likely? No, not really. But I will be working with power tools this afternoon, so hopefully I will still have my fingers by the end of the day. So far, I don't feel too bad.

 

Oooh, what will happen to Harry Potter in the last book?

That Jude. He's got a good sense of comic timing. Just a few minutes ago, I was talking to him and he was looking back at me blankly. Then I asked him, "¿hablas inglés?". Know what's awesome? He shook his head. Funniest thing I saw all week.

I was just researching the Mini Cooper. You know, the car Mr. Bean drives. I used to think they were kind of silly. Everytime I saw one, I would think, 'oh, look, it's Mr. Bean'. Several years ago, I was visiting with my uncle Dave, who had an X-Box with a driving game. I have a theory about video games: when there are multiple characters to choose from, don't overlook the ones that look lame or wussy. In Street Fighter, for example, Chun-Li is actually pretty hot good. For that reason, instead of choosing a dream car like a Ferrari, I raced with a Mini. I still sucked, mind you, but it was kind of fun. What really elevated the Mini, in my eyes, was the scene in the remake of The Italian Job that involved a small fleet of souped up Minis, and man, did they make them look really cool. So, yeah, I want a Mini. I'd prefer a Diesel model, because those things apparently get the same fuel economy as a Prius, and I think that Diesel engines are brilliantly elegant. I have no idea why Diesel is so hard to come by in North America.

 

Rebecca liked The Italian Job. I wonder if she'd be down with a Mini in the driveway. I know Brad would be all over the idea of me driving around in a Mini ... smoking a pipe ... with patches on the elbows of my jacket. Pip-pip, cheerio!

Check the timestamp on this entry. If you're reading the imported version on facebook, let me help you out: it's 6:38 am on a Sunday morning. I've already been up for an hour. If you're someone other than Karen, who I gather to be a morning person, then I think you will all agree: what the hell?!?! Fortunately, I feel pretty good. I aspire to be a morning person some day. Early mornings bring back memories of when I and my cousins Mike and Jeff would go fishing with our grandfather at a trout farm out in Komoka. We would sleep over at my grandparents house, good old 1050 Oxford Street, and get up at the crack of dawn. Then we'd have breakfast of bacon and eggs and toast cooked over an open fire in the backyard. And then I'd proceed to catch nothing in a pond that is stocked with fish. Those were good times.