Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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"I forget that sometimes. Me, of all people. I take things too personally." He went quiet again, then:<br />
"How are the boys?"<br />
"They're downstairs, wasted on sugar. Kelly from next door gave them KitKats, and I could just throttle<br />
the woman."<br />
Reg was fishing here. "Reg," I asked, "would you like to come over for dinner? It's five o'clock already."<br />
He paused just long enough to make a dinnertime call seem casual. And so he's coming tonight for<br />
dinner, around eight, and I just heard one of the twins crying downstairs . . .<br />
Saturday afternoon 6:30<br />
Sometimes I think the only way to deal with turbocharged kids is to give them even more sugar and lock<br />
them in a room with a TV set. As I know zilch about kids, this is my first (and last) means of coping, and<br />
it seems to work just fine.<br />
I was setting the table when I heard a cartoon bird character on the TV squawk - and suddenly I was<br />
back on my first official date with Jason. I thought I'd jot it down here quickly.<br />
The day after we met, Jason and I were headed to look at birds in the pet shop at Park Royal - he was<br />
thinking of buying a pair of sulfur-crested cockatiels - but in the store I had a rapid-onset itching fit,<br />
allergies, and I had to get some cortisone for my elbows. I work as a court stenographer and am<br />
somewhat in public all day, so my skin needs to be in relatively okay shape, and lately my eczema has<br />
been a real problem.<br />
So we were standing at the counter at London Drugs when I burst into tears. Jason asked me what was<br />
wrong, and I told the truth, which was that it was the most unromantic beginning of a date with the most<br />
lovable guy I'd ever met. He told me I was being silly, and gave me our first kiss, right there in line-up.<br />
He didn't get any birds, but he did buy me three small, anatomically correct rubber frogs, the size of<br />
canapes, who soon became Froggles, Walter and Benihana, three more characters for our imaginary<br />
universe.<br />
I must be coming across as a basket case here. Frogs and giraffes and . . . Well, we all create our<br />
private worlds between us, don't we? Most couples I know have an insider's secret language, even if it's<br />
just their special nicknames for the salt and pepper shakers. After a while, our characters were so finely<br />
honed that they could have had their own theme parks in Japan, Europe and the U.S. Sunbelt, as well as<br />
merchandise outlets in the malls. After his life of silence, I think that our characters were Jason's<br />
liberation.<br />
And now I think I have to start preparing dinner. God bless Barb's copper-bottomed pots and her spice<br />
rack of the gods.<br />
Saturday night 10:30<br />
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