Too warm to skate on the pond, though the sidewalks remain treacherous. These weeks are a black and white blur, every day feels much the same, and my biggest struggle is for patience.
Subsisting on halva and coffee is taking its toll, so I hauled myself to the gym this morning. I need to make the most of the remaining weeks in my membership. The gym is in a hotel and I should really take advantage of it more, but it is hard to get there without a nanny. In the interest of maintaining fitness momentum, I looked into the hotel's baby-sitting service, but at 35 euro per hour it seems to be geared toward oligarchs or at least minigarchs. The housekeeping manager took my call. "Perhaps you'd like to arrange some special entertainment for the child? Normally a woman will show some pictures to the child, very nice, but perhaps you'd like something special?" For a moment I imagined little Lula kicking back in a VIP room with a tower of cupcakes and a troupe of clowns. "No," I answered. "I'll check into some other things and call you back."
EB seems bossier every day. She doesn't so much join us for meals as oversee them, saying with exaggerated patience when I am not quick enough with a bib, "When a girl has a dress on and she is eating then she must have a bib or she might get messy," or (about Lula) "Wipe her mouth! Now wipe her mouth!"
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