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Oh, Nothing

(Remember that whole list of warnings about dating a writer? This should totally be on that list.

September 29, 2010 5:45 am
(FGB comes back from the bathroom and gets back into bed. He checks his phone.)
Princess: You’re awake? What time is it?
Fairy GodBoyfriend: Like quarter to six.
Princess: Whatcha thinking about?
FGB: Nothing
Princess: That’s always fascinated me.
FGB: What?
Princess: People who can think about nothing. I read this book as a kid called How To Be A Perfect Person in Just Three Days, and one of the things you had to do on the last day was Nothing. All day. You couldn’t do or think of anything. The point was that nobody’s perfect…but every time someone says they’re thinking of nothing, it reminds me of that book.
FGB: I meant nothing of importance. That’s what people usually mean. There’s always random junk going on up there.
Princess: Oh. Oops.
FGB: Oops?
Princess: So the other day when I told you about how poetry magnets made me wonder what your old house would look like with the kitchen wall knocked out…you didn’t actually want to know that?
FGB: Well sure, if it was important.
Princess: It wasn’t that important. I didn’t realize the question implied a level of importance.
FGB: Oh.
Princess: If it was important, I wouldn’t be quiet about what I was thinking. I would tell you.
FGB: Maybe you’re thinking about something you don’t want to tell me. Maybe my feet stink.
Princess: So why do people always ask what other people are thinking? They’re really desperate to know some horrible thing about themselves?
FGB: Dunno.
Princess: And it’s a tradition that’s gone on for ages!
FGB: Mmmhmm.

(There is a moment of silence as I snuggle into FGB’s shoulder. He puts his arm around me.)

Princess: Hon?
FGB: Mmmhmm
Princess: How does the internet work?

Originally published at AletheaKontis.com. You can comment here or there.

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bev_vincent
Sep. 29th, 2010 01:44 pm (UTC)
Reminds me of a conversation that goes on between a father and his two-year-old daughter in the new Dennis Lehane novel

Daughter: Do you like trees?
Father: Yes
Daughter: I like trees too. Do you like all kinds of trees?
Father: Yes
Daughter: Tall trees?
Father: Yes
Daughter: Little trees?
Father: Yes
Daughter: Me, too. But why?
princessalethea
Oct. 1st, 2010 06:19 pm (UTC)
Oh, yeah. I can totally see that conversation happening.
cairech
Oct. 1st, 2010 06:16 pm (UTC)
Well, what WOULD the house look like without that wall in the kitchen? Now I want to know.
princessalethea
Oct. 1st, 2010 06:22 pm (UTC)
LOL -- whay, I'm so glad you asked! My mom used to design kitchens. She once designed the perfect house, all modeled around the kitchen. The kitchen is the heart of the house. Everyone hangs out there.

If Joe demolished this particular dividing wall in the old house, the sitting room, kitchen, and dining area would just be one big room. I think it would make a HUGE difference. Of course, the refrigerator would have to be moved, as well as a bunch of cabinets. So it would be costly, but I think would improve the value of the house greatly.

I hate houses that are all chopped up into little rooms. It's why I adore our fabulous, open loft apartment. There is so much beautiful, natural light.

Edited at 2010-10-01 06:22 pm (UTC)
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