This weekend we took a road trip and stayed with one of my childhood friends. Because we've been living on opposite sides of the world, I haven't seen her in a dozen years or more. Now we're practically neighbors (if you subscribe to the theory of western U.S. distances, which states that anyone within a 2-hour drive is right next door). We had a good visit. She's 5 years younger than I am (which is now relevant only in terms of fertility -- it feels like we're the same age), married to a nice mellow lawyer, and has a beautiful 21 month old son. Her baby boy took a liking to me, brought me books to read, showed me his toys, learned to say my name and was just generally charming. She is a lucky lucky woman. When she pointed out her midwife walking down the street of their little city, I thought, "oh, look, a Midwife!" just as in my younger days I might have thought "oh, look, Denzel Washington!"
Their 15-year-old cat, who goes by the name of LoverBoy, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with our Puppy. After the initial round of arched back, hissing, cat growls and swiping of claws, the Puppy found a safe corner by the front door and sat there shivering with fear. You could tell by the look on his face that he was completely bamboozled. HIS white cats are his friends! They chase around with him and are quite tolerant of his treating them like chew toys. THIS white cat, on the other hand, had gone on the attack the second he laid eyes on the poor pup. You could see him thinking, "How can such a thing be?! What kind of horrible place did they bring me to, and when oh when can we go home???"
My new thing this week is copying pictures of potential donors from the web and pasting them next to my picture to see who looks the most like me. I've signed up with one of those monstrously large donor databases, so I have my choice of the nation. Ironically, most of the gracious women who appeal to me live in our corner of the country. I put them all on the same page so I can look from one to the other, compare that one's eyebrows to mine, the squint of this one's eyes to the girl next to her. The Mister has his favorites, and I have mine. "You all look like sisters," he said. Yep, and a weird-ass sisterhood of the fertile and not-so-fertile it is.
poor puppy. have fun with the d-base. ~luna
Posted by: luna | March 12, 2008 at 08:30 PM