12.18.04. 7.30pm.
i forgot the moo moo!
so i'm sick. and by sick, i mostly mean i've lost my voice. lost my voice enough that i'm doing my best to be on voice-rest today. which didn't start off so well, because i was working at gymboree all morning. after that, it still hasn't been going that well, because i'm out of practice at this voice-rest thing.
according to my health journal (which i only keep sporadically, when i'm sick) the last time my voice was bad was in march, which seems about right. by right, i mean accurate, not good. though i guess it isn't that bad. in high school i lost my voice all the time, and we never really knew why. i mean, i did singing and acting and stuff, but i was not particularly meaner to my voice or my general health than i was in college, when i lost my voice significantly less often. in fact, in college i was less rigorous about all my health stuff than i was when i lived at home, where my parents could, um, encourage me. (and i have not been all that much better since college.) so go figure.
the only good thing about losing my voice so often in high school was that i got very good at voice-rest. at first it was embarassing and awkward. then i started not being embarassed, and started carrying around a little pad of paper to communicate. but scribbling little notes was slow and inconvenient, and i gradually realized that most of what i had to say could be communicated by gestures and mouthed words, and that the other stuff wasn't that important anyway.
but now, i'm trying to not talk, and it's hard. someone asks a question, and i kind of answer quietly, which is not at all like not talking. my gesture vocabulary is not nearly what it once was. i'm a sad excuse for a gesturer.
i'm sick because i spent a week in portland, staying with some nice people who were sick. also, i helped kerry babysit for eban and amedio, two little boys she nannies for. and eban thought the cutest thing would be to kiss my nose over and over, and even though he was completely full of snot, i let him because it totally was the cutest thing. also, walking holding hands with amedio, i suddenly feel him run his snotty nose down the entire side of my hand; i think his mouth was wide open too. he knew he would get away with it because, well, he's the cutest thing ever. but yes, the two of them were entirely chock full of snot, and now so am i.
the moral of the story is: cute kids are bad news. babies: the silent killers!