Wednesday, January 14, 2009

A New Friend

The weather in New York is crazy. Right now, it's freezing. I've overheard people saying that it's been the coldest here this week in over fifteen years. That's like sixty of me!

And, during the summer, I've heard it gets really hot. So it's a place of extremes.

Anyways, to combat the fact that you're mostly sitting inside with your windows closed, each of Grandma and Grandpa's rooms has this thing called a ceiling fan that helps circulate and cool the air. It's a bunch of blades connected to a motor that makes it spin. So it's kinda like a mobile.

I like how, when I'm on my back and my eyes are searching for something to focus on, I can find them rotating like a wheel. Sometimes, my eyes follow one blade around and around. Sometimes, they just stare into one specific space and I watch all the blades pass me by. And sometimes, I just watch the shadows on the ceiling.

No matter what I do, I'm fascinated. It's the most amazing thing ever.

This is how much: I could have poop in my pants. I could have teeth breaking through my gums. I could have the worst gas trapped in my lungs and loins. It don't matter. Give me a ceiling fan, and you've got a captive audience.

I'm just a simple man with simple pleasures.

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