driving-wise, today was not a good day. the first USELESS “field trip” h-man and i went on was to the rmv in brockton, an hour away, only to get there and find out that 15,000 other losers had already signed up to be “heard” and there were no more slots left. poop soup.
so, i decided not to waste the momentum of having henri in the car and in a pretty good mood and drove halfway across town, in traffic, to the library, searched for parking, found parking, etc. etc., only to get there and find out that the Library Does Not Open Until Noon on Mondays. summer hours! who needs ’em!! now, i’m never paying my $9.25 fine.
let me remind you that today was not a nice, cooler-than-usual, summer day. it was 115 degrees if i’m white. i assume that most 20-month-olds would not stand for such a waste of a morning (i, myself, wanted to shoot someone in the knee), but henri–darling, sweet, mellow, better-than-good henri–just sat in his seat and hummed, talked to himself, read books, notified me of trucks, and–every now and then–repeated the GPS, just to make sure mom-mom was listening:
GPS: Turn right on Hilltop Street.
Mom-mom: (Goes straight) (Swears)
Henri: HILLTOP STREET!!!