There's a great line in a Wilco song that recently has been playing over and over in my head. The line is "I can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read." I was listening to the song on my ipod while watching Liam play football (soccer) with his league team on Monday. It struck me as oddly relevant. I think about things I want to write while I'm walking to the tube in the morning, or squished in between loads of commuters, or watching naked babies wriggle in the bowl that is the baby scale at work. I often think of glorious sentences about a quirk or a funny mannerism that I notice regularly in a co-worker, or just in the British population in general. The only trouble is, when I get home at night, and I have my meal, and I sit and watch some television show or another before setting my things out for the next morning, I can't seem to give myself the time required to recreate the authorship of my daily psyche. Because of this, and often the fear that no one really cares (shameless plug for comments), I tend to shrug it off.
I started working at a health center in Camden Town about a week ago, and while I can't tell you anything specific about the babies and the families we deal with, as it is all very privacy related, I can tell you that it about 4 hours over two consecutive days, I saw over 50 naked, squirming babies placed carefully onto a piece of paper lining the metal bowl that is a baby scale. Some cried while I explained that weighing oneself never gets easier, and some grinned and played with their toes, while others looked up at their mothers, utterly bewildered by the whole process. I've seen scrappy moms with messy hair waiting to speak to the nurses, and elegant, older moms silently breast feeding through classy tops designed specifically for the job. I noticed a mom in a corner, while I was updating books and recording data, calmly feeding her child for what seemed like 45 minutes. It's all very interesting. I know that sounds generic...what's it like? It's interesting....yeah yeah yeah. But that's what I got.
A couple of weekends ago, it was very cold, but Liam and I trekked out to Hackney to the flower market. We got a big bunch of lilies, six hyacinth bulbs (two purple and four pink), a pot of tulips, and a Jade. The flowers are blooming and filling my room with lovely smells (to the contrary of the smells that usually fill my room...sorry mom, I couldn't avoid this joke). And because I've run out of time to write the rest of my mind for this evening (I'm tired) I will leave you with a picture I took at the market and a picture of Liam with the lunch we had later on Brick lane at a very popular pastry shop: