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February 26, 2008

it’s not mine, i swear


The morning started with Big Jim offering me an Ensure. He buys them by the case from a friend on disability. By noon I’m at Home Depot Pro to help Ian the English Contractor. He was considering tying a sliding door to the roof of his Volvo when I arrived. He had the 3×6 window already up there. Since I’m on crutches he asks me to watch his baby while he goes back for the door. So I’m suddenly holding this bottle and Ian is taking a long time. It, or I should say she, is too little to hold the bottle herself. And she cries when it falls out of her mouth. So I’m rounding up coffee cups from the floor and some stuffed animals trying to build a bottle platform on top of her so I don’t have to stand there. Guys are wandering through the parking lot calling out “painter, labor, handyman!” in a Spanish accent. I consider for a moment hiring a guy to nanny. Then I realize I’m not ready for children. I’m not sure Ian is either, and this is his fourth.

1 Comment

  1. I think I may have left my cellphone/charger hanging by the door in the garage. I would have called you but…


    Comment by jhase — February 26, 2008 @ 9:59 am

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