last night
I was babysitting for a family I sat for in high school. Only now they had one kid fewer. I knew they were in the process of removing furniture etc. out of one room intending to separate the girls, but most of the rooms seemed destroyed. And there were dirty dishes in strange places like displayed on the window bench. I took the older girl across the street to watch tv.--that didn't seem strange; it was still part of their place like a city with a river running across it is still one soul. When we got back I suddenly couldn't be sure we had taken the baby with us. Had I left an infant alone? She looked ok. I checked quickly through the house looking for signs that she'd been harmed or had broken something. Came across more dishes. Did they expect me to do them? Decided that I didn't need to tell the parents that I might have left her behind (I couldn't seem to remember if I had left her or taken her but decided to act as though I'd left her.) The lapse in diligence meant my deciding to do the dishes. Luckily I woke before starting that task.
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
It must be because I saw them yesterday. So I had just left Wendy in a room (I think ultimately they were dressing up in strange hair in there. The length of time... people didn't leave so maybe it was a class.) I went into the connected restaurant. I had sat down at a table in the foreground and had ordered my sushi? when they walked in. Hope that they would leave filled me as I shrank to be less noticeable. They sat at a table by the door. Then I turned my head and on turning back found them at the table next to me. The move was obviously due to the table by the door being reserved since it was filling up with children and balloons but I took it as a hostile act. I threatened. They must have pushed me somehow, a smile maybe, or I just perceived they had. I can't quite grasp what my first action was but the second was the threatened spit in your food.
Monday, August 05, 2002
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