5:11 AM PST - Jan. 31, 2004
tomorrow yet another trip and another week away. and i want to think these trips would be easier at least on the flying, and i guess they are. i hate flying. but during my last flight all i could think of is whether my family would be provided for should something happen to me. i took my son to the park early thursday, and there were already some kids there, four i think, and their moms. i guess i was new and chatted up my son with the moms -- after all, they were using my son's wagon to store their kids' sand toys. and it was the same conversation -- their husbands were businessmen, they got home late, they were always on a plane. and i said but you live well, yes? have large diamond rings? eddie bauer clothes? and they all said, as if they were sisters we'd like even an hour off. of course, i laughed at this, as my son crawled up the back of a green frog and ate some pine needles, and me in my gray shorts and scaled legs with blotches the size of eggs and they asked me what do you do? are you a stay at home dad? and i said yes i am and sure i lied but i wanted to give their husbands a fighting chance.
