the good, the bad, the ugly

the good: listening to ray lamontagne and thinking about looking at the cobblestone old town alexandria streets and pier through the eyes of my niece and nephew. It was magic to see their trusting eyes look through crowds of strangers, searching for pirate ships and distracted by every sensation of color strewn in our path. There were the balloons, the two chinese sketch artists, the parot man, the planes flying overhead and the lazy old anchor leaning in the park. All that yellow, orange, white, blue against the warm canvas of the night. I know that Jeff thinks I will feel different when I have my own kids, but I couldn't help wondering if it were possible to love and be fascinated more by little people as I was by my little sarah, william wallace and zoe.

the bad: okay I'm just going to get to the ugly

the ugly: knowing that I am going to have the face a judge with the other criminals because this weekend I got a ticket for reckless driving. I was speeding, but somehow this feels so much worse and not unlike that long walk I had to make to see the Drama teacher after a paint fight with Brian where we pretty much coated the whole set with yellow paint during the high school play.