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I reflect the morning’s events to determine what, if anything, I have learned.
As I think, I scrub the wall on my knees beneath the window sill.
I have learned that the new phrase was a mistake. Running around the garden shouting “no knickers, no food” did not have the desired effect. In the 93 degree heat, I learn that my voice carries one block with an easterly breeze and that no-one is allergic to ‘outside’ anymore.
My neighbour advises me that ‘drawers’ or ‘pants’ is more socially appropriate for public broadcasts.
I discover that my son will consume Ritz crackers as a substitute for Goldfish crackers but that eating them without suitable attire is a dangerous pastime.
I learn that our home is not entirely burglar proof, that it is possible to gain entry through a window and that a bug screen is no deterrent.
I am uncertain if I have a pack of lemmings or a co-ordinated team? I already know that I am an excellent cleaner as I remove the last few footprints size 13, 1 and 3, from the wall.
Replacing the bug screen will be a challenge. Teaching them not to retreat, go into reverse and climb back outside the window, is more of a headache.
I think that lots of "us" have issues with "containment."
A timely reminder to check our insurance coverage and renew my union dues.
Please pop over to my new blog "Sandwiched Genes" for further complications.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
We leave the very small house. I wave as the front door shuts and take a lungful of air. I suspect it would be the same if it were a very large house, a mansion or a barn. “Oh mom, she is sooooo luckeeeeeeee,” squeals my daughter, enthused to bursting. Has she lost all sense after two weeks at camp?
“So .... she is.” I hope I sound genuine.
“Why can’t we have 19 cats too?”
“Um…..” I wonder if we could fit in an extra girl? But then children are always happiest with their own families. I know she is loved. I know she is happy and I am judgmental old numbskull. I opt for truthful, “well we do have two cats, that’s more than a lot of people have, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I "spose.”
What senses would I trade for just a smidge of that innocence?