Today I went to the playground with one of the girls. A good way to enjoy the glorious weather, and I got to make a lovely fool out of myself. There is a large silver dome-like object protruding from the recycled tire playground floor, which is ostensibly for climbing but is effectively a source of frustration for small children, the parents (or babysitters) who have to push those children as far to the top as possible, and obese kids. It took me about five or six tries, with large running starts, to scale the slippery surface. I was chiefly motivated by the setting sun and my eight-year-old charge, who was taunting me from the top and threatening to not come down unless I "got" her.

Earlier, when she was on some sort of ultra-modern Miro-esque jungle gym, I had a strange encounter with a young mother. Out of the blue, she began asking me all sorts of questions, starting with identifying my relationship to the little one. When she realized I was a nanny, she asked what else I do. Perhaps she was foreign, because when I told her I was in intern and what that entailed, she bluntly asked, "Why do you do that?" Kind of a good question, although from a strange source. She also asked what my ambitions were, had no idea what an NGO is, and then seemed to vanish into thin air. Even the youngster was dubious.

Random note: The other evening, my friend and I ventured down the street from my apartment to get some pizza. Outside of a very expensive, and quite famous Italian restaurant, a well-dressed and seemingly sober man said to us as we passed, "Hello ladies, meowgrrrr."

Upset I did not get to the Danielson show last night, but was not relieved of homework assisting duties on time, and was far too exhausted anyway. This Friday looking forward to the Real Estate show.