Time Zones and Tender Feet

October 23rd, 2005

First of all, yes, the eggs were still there. Update: Someone moved the eggs to the windowsill and poked a hole in one of them, so I can now report that they are not hard-boiled. Nor are they stinky yet, though, which is surprising.

I just received an e-mail from my mom telling me that my stepbrother and his wife had a baby, Laci Alexis, at 6:30 this morning. It’s only 6 a.m. here. It’s weird to hear that a baby was born half an hour from now. Laci is their third kid; she arrives to a sharp, inventerly, sometimes mischievous older brother (Brandon) who is proud to be all boy and who will never let her forget he is the oldest and the all-boyest, and to a sister (Kylie) not very much older than she is who so far is mellow and smiley in a way that somehow seemed classic of middle-childness even before half an hour from now, when she actually became a middle child.

We had a visit from Miss Kate yesterday, who lives in Portland and who was in L.A. to visit her brother and pick up a car, which will make a great story, so I’m sure she’ll blog about it here. It was wonderful to see her and chat.

Last night, my husband, AKA man-with-the-tenderest-feet-in-the-world-tenderer-even-than-a-newborn-baby’s-skin, refused my proposal that, to shake things up, we switch ends of the bed, move our pillows to where our feet usually are and put our feet up by the headboard. The result was that as we were reading before going to sleep, my pillow experimentally at the foot of the bed, and his, conservatively where it always is, I had such a close-up view of his tender feet as to realize anew their incredible tenderness. The skin is so tender that you don’t even have to touch it, you can just see from a foot away that it is soft and smooth and pink and hydrated in a way that the other women and I sitting soaking or being heel-buffed at Nails by Kim on Fridays can only dream of. It might be because of his aversion to flip-flop-wearing; he is always in socks and sneakers. Or it might just be one of those special things about him that only his wife and the Internet may know. In any case, it is really something. I mean, they are SO tender.

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