02/22/2005: "The Soap Opera Continues"

music: Thunder out my window
mood: eyes are rolling

Oh the drama the drama. So after escaping to Moterey for Lunch and to Hollister where Chris (a good sported kidnappee) drove the happy yellow jeep around in the mud at the 4 Wheel Drive Park I returned to a big surprise. Vika is pregnant. Andre and her have been "waiting for the right time to tell me: for, well Idont' know, at least 2 weeks and with a due date in September, probably longer. My initial reaction was, CRAP! Then I though, well, I'm too tired of being upset about stuff, so let's look at this philosophically. There were a few minor problems which may or may not have sorted themselves out, and the utilities were a bit higher than I wanted, so maybe this is a good thing. True, I like the house, the location and had ALMOST finished unpacking but maybe there is something even better out there. I tried so hard to do the right thing, I looked and looked and thought I had found a god place with compatible people and it pretty much got me squat. I figure I will see what theatre projects and Tax issues will haunt me in March and April and Aim to move...AGAIN...Beginning of may. Now don't get me wrong, they didn't kick me out, they said I was welcome to stay...but here are a few of the reasons i'm thinkin' nah-uh.

1) New borns. If I am going to live with one, it's going to be one that I am bonded to. In otherwards it's going have my dna and the miracle of birth will make me love it even when it cries at 3 in the morning.

2) I have enough problems with my own hormones, I think having a pregnant Russian around, might only irritate my own estrogen more.

3) No free nanny. I can see it now...oh we are off to tahoe...can you look after the cat and the kid....thanks...byyyyyeeeee!

4) Where exactly are they going to put the kid? Salim moves out and there are two bedrooms downstairs in addition to mine...only one upstairs.

5) Parties of more than 2 people would have to be in bed in accordance with the infants naptimes.

6) I know I at times have a superiority complex, but I know that from teaching, I find it emotionally disturbing to spend time with parents who have children and are worse parents than me, who has none. I'm not making a jugement call, but let's say I don't want to put myself in the possibility of that position.

Anyway...maybe I will be nomadic...just sell everything I can't fit into my car and live on a different street each day. Or maybe...well, I still have my passport....