This past weekend, I finally got to visit Cat (and Evan) and see her son Alex, who is almost exactly one year old now. And he is adorable -- very even-tempered, very vocal (he delivers enthusiastic babble monologues, and will hold up his end of extended dialogues with quite varied babble), and very, very cute. He can stand up and shuffle a few steps while supporting himself on the edge of, say, a sofa or coffee table, but is not up to true walking just yet.
( cut for personal ramblings on how friendships shift and attenuate over years and changing beliefs )
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Oh, I give up.
I should call Cat more regularly during the afternoons on my days off. I think I would have a better chance of catching her than when I try calling during the evenings, and if we talked more often, I wouldn't have such a sense of dislocation at each sporadic contact.
Besides, I want to be Alex's crazy Aunt Liz. That is something worth fighting for. :-)
( cut for personal ramblings on how friendships shift and attenuate over years and changing beliefs )
...
Oh, I give up.
I should call Cat more regularly during the afternoons on my days off. I think I would have a better chance of catching her than when I try calling during the evenings, and if we talked more often, I wouldn't have such a sense of dislocation at each sporadic contact.
Besides, I want to be Alex's crazy Aunt Liz. That is something worth fighting for. :-)