logan has exactly two adjectives for everything: epic and awkward.
given how she uses them, i don’t think she knows the definition of either word, but on the plus side they do appear to be antonyms of one another and i’ve never heard something be both epic and awkward simultaneously.
but if she tells you something at school was awkward, you better get the whole story before you jump to any conclusions…
at the end of the summer on our way back home from colorado, we bought lottery tickets. one, the jackpot was huge and two, if we won the lottery we wouldn’t have had to come home. plus, i made some noise about the only way logan would ever get a dog or cat was if we owned a large farm and the only way we would ever own a farm is if we won the lottery, etc, etc…
one of the challenges for us winning the lottery is that we wouldn’t want that much of our lives to change and we certainly wouldn’t want every hukster on the planet knowing we came in to a large sum of free loot. since our initial lottery ticket purchase, natalie discovered that south carolina has a state law that allows winners there to decide for themselves if they want their identity disclosed. so as we were passing through that state recently we bought a few more tickets, not because i want to quit working, but to get that farm for logan’s pets of course.
sadly, the odds were not with us and i still have a job and logan has no pets… but while south carolina may never disclose our winning, i’ve just given away the tell here.
i remember the covers of these books from my youth much more than i can recall the stories. i first read this series when i was between ten and twelve years old and would lay in bed staring at all of the covers imagining i was john carter and could travel to mars.
a while that is a bit silly, there’s little doubt my vocabulary, or at least familiarity with a dictionary was improved given all the big words edgar rice burroughs likes to throw around.
from the author: “it is sad, sola, that you were not born a million years ago,” snapped sarkoja, “when all the hollows of the land were filled with water, and the peoples were as soft as the stuff they sailed upon. in our day we have progressed to a point where such sentiments mark weakness and atavism.”
there was a time when i thought it was most polite to avoid talking with other folks in the locker room. but now that i’ve been swimming for a while i have come to realize there is no fast rule for the locker room and some folks are going to talk you up, and others not so much.
an additional surprise was that the two greatest pearls of wisdom i’ve gotten in the past few months have come from other swimmers in the locker room.
i’m guessing all that time for the mind to rest and reflect while swimming back and forth, lap after lap, must be good for the brain…
ethan: are there such things as siamese cats.
matthew: are you asking do they exist in real life?
ethan: yes, cat’s with two heads.
no matter what the cause losing one’s child would be devastating. however, i would be doubly distraught losing one to something boneheaded like going around a railroad crossing when its down. so, we of course point out each time something like this happens to someone else and rail about how stupid it is.
last night, when we had to be back at school to pick up ethan from play practice there was a horrible backup on the road outside our house. as we made it around the corner you could see the railroad crossing was down and the lights were on steady (not blinking as they typically would). the train that comes through here is pretty routine and certainly never goes by at rush hour so this was a pretty obvious crossing malfunction, still a number of cars were unwilling to go through the gates and traffic was well backed up.
ultimately, cars three and four back from the crossing would pull out in the other lane, check the tracks and cross. we of course eventually did the same. all the while i was ‘splainin’ how this was an exception to the normal rule of not passing a railroad crossing when the gates were down… how i was double checking the tracks before we went through… how we know the train schedule…
it still felt wrong.
we’re often without cash and on those ocassions when only cash will do we sometimes ask ethan to borrow from his saved allowance.
the last time natalie asked for $5.00 ethan wanted 50¢ interest a week for the ‘loan’. that’s an apr of 520%.
when we told him his rates were worse than those of predatory lenders, instead of guilt he smiled with glee…
i heard this bit on the terry gross show and was laughing aloud, might have to check out this key & peele show…
for thirteen years i’ve been judging the everyman photo contest. and for all those years i think i’ve never completed the judging task until days before the deadline.
in fact, most years i have to send off a plea to the contest organizer asking for an extension.
this year he must have read my mind because as i began to muse over the arguments i would make for an extension an email popped up in my inbox offering an extra week to complete the judging.
i guess chanukah isn’t the only holiday coming early this year.
three times in the last few months i have heard a child say “this was the best…”
first, it was logan, in awe that all her birthday wishes came true.
then, it was a friend of logan’s appreciating a gift we gave to her.
and most recently, a friend’s son just enjoyed the best day in his life playing minecraft with his father. my meager contribution in this event was to tell my friend i thought minecraft was a reasonable way to waste time.
as exhausting as parenting can be, there are two things that have made it all worth while to me 1) the blissful cheer “daddy” with accompanying full speed charge to greet me at the door and 2) hearing a child say that was the best and knowing at that moment, it was the best ever.
there are two times when i disregard this site, when life is too full to bother and when everything i can think to post isn’t fit for the public domain.
i’d leave you to guess which is the case lately, but its been both…
don’t worry, no spoilers…
the best part of ender’s game the movie, the trailer for “the hobbit: the desolation of smaug”
just kidding, ender’s game wasn’t that bad, but the trailer for the hobbit was pretty good.
actually, my favorite part of the ender’s game, the movie was dissecting afterwards with my kids. it was awesome to hear what they thought was missing, what was done well and to have ethan recall other films the actors appeared in (doubly impressive given natalie and my handicap at facial recognition).