wherever she lays her hat is her home
on sunday we did the zipcar thing again and went to connecticut to visit friends who have three boys under the age of 4 (you read that right: three under 4. did your head just explode trying to visualize that?). the zipcar's name was moses. first mort, now moses. what's with all the jewish cars? many a joke was made at poor moses's expense: did you know that moses was found in a basket floating down the hudson river when he was just a wee hotwheel? did you know that in moses's trunk you'll find two stone tablets with inscriptions that read Thou Shalt Not Drive Without Insurance and Honor Thy Speed Limit? we were worried that at some point we would take a wrong turn and have to rely on moses to lead us, his people, for 40 years through the wilderness of upstate New York.
and so on. my, we're witty aren't we? anyway, we spent the day in lovely Litchfield with our friends and their three midget speedfreaks. and i realized this: our daughter has spent time in a different state for each month she's been alive. now in her sixth month, she has either lived, or spent at least a day stone cold chillin', in:
1. new york
5. new jersey
baby was a rolling stone. who knew? nice for her, but exhausting for her old man. i mean, this is simply not a pace i am going to be able to keep up with. 50 states in 50 months? with an infant? i am going to give it a try, though. you know why? just for the pleasure of driving through mississippi and utah in a zipcar named Shmuel Ben-Zion Greenblatt.