Dur Dur D'etre Bebe

Since Thursday I have been occupied with a mental activity which to many is considered as a human weaknes...Postponation...
I have been avoiding doing what I should..go see my boss and discuss about the whole salary business.
Since it's Sunday today, I have an excuse not to go. There's noone at the office Tomorrow however. I am going.
AH.
Oh.
Eh.

Weekend is passing peacefully. ME, Nik and Brownie spent the whole afternoon on the beach yesterday and I had my first real swim although the sea was colder than the northern inland lakes of my childhood.
BUt the chill shocked me in a surpsising way. It woke my body up from a comfortable slumber. Caused by winter and southern breeze..and made me feel...well alive.

Niks old working buddie Christos and his wife Natasa is is in Zakynthos for easter break and we met up eith them and their 4 month old new family member. Bebe. Yes, in Greece we call our babyies Bebe until the christening. When that is over the baby will get the name of his father's father, presumimg it's a baby boy ofcourse otherweise the father's mothers name will be assigned to the newborn. The second baby will get the name of the mothers parents..fathers come first in Greece..they always have.

Christos and Natasas "bebe" seemed like a calm and precious little creature.
-"Seems"is the key word, Natasa warned me when I mentioned this to her.
She was right ofcourse. A 5 minute stroll down Solomos square and St MArco in the hip (and Swedish according to Natasa manufactured and designed) scroller..was all "Bebe" would put up with before "bebe" revolutionized. A cry that no ferrie godmother in the world could find remedy upon. And no mother or father either it seemed.

Bebe was hungry and tired. The parents had to leave our company the same instance we sat down..without having touched the hot-chocolatse they had ordered..
It's hard to be a Baby sure..but what about the poor parents?

I looked at Nikos.
He looked at me.
-I don't think Im ready to have babies yet.
-Neither am I, he agreed.
And I sipped my glass of medium dry Red and Nikos his Heiniken from a bottle, as we watched the youngsters skip, the elders drag themselves and the couples softly stroll down Alexander Roma.