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seldneiHad a nice day with the parents yesterday. I showed Dad how to do some stuff on the iBook, and Scott attempted to troubleshoot my mother's slow-ass computer. The Zweeble ran around like a nut until we took him to the park.
The park we went to is across a little foot-bridge from my old elementary school. When I was a kid, the P.E. teachers would bring us over there to use the baseball field, and there used to be a big open space (now it has shuffleboard courts) where we'd play Red Rover and such. The equipment at the playground is all "new" (as in, not the stuff I remember using--and good on that, as I was playing there about 33 years ago--but not really new stuff, either) and rearranged, but as I told my mother, the weird thing about my hometown isn't the stuff that's changed--it's all the stuff that hasn't changed. The elementary school looks basically the same. The foot-bridge is still there. The baseball field and the stands are still there.
They are, however, rebuilding my high school. The new gym looks enormous. The building that I can only assume is the cafeteria is also gigantic. Soon the school will not be dwarfed by the auditorium. It's a little weird, but that school was not only my high school, nigh 20 years ago, it was my mother's junior high school, nigh another 20 years ago. It's probably due for an upgrade.
Then we went back to the parents' and had dinner, and played with the Zweeble, who found my mother's yoga mat and proceeded to spread it out and do "yoga poses." The idea of holding a pose does not occur to my child; most of his yoga poses involve jumping and spinning. Like most 4-year-olds, he is insanely flexible, and my mother, Scott, and I pretty much proved we're not 4 anymore. :)
Z. has been very clingy lately, probably because I've been out of the house a lot this week for work, so I spent most of the day hanging out with him. I didn't expect him to stay the night with his grandparents, but he decided to without any fanfare. So Scott and I came home without him. I played with Vignette, texted people randomly, and we got the makings for some sort of hot pepper and bacon infused vodka that has to steep for a week before Scott can make Bloody Marys with it.
And then, between Doctor Who and streaming Veronica Mars, I gorged on TV until 2:30am.
Today I need to empty the dishwasher, do some laundry, and do some work. And shower. I might shower first. Scott is watching a French zombie movie. Ah, Netflix, you evil creation ...
The park we went to is across a little foot-bridge from my old elementary school. When I was a kid, the P.E. teachers would bring us over there to use the baseball field, and there used to be a big open space (now it has shuffleboard courts) where we'd play Red Rover and such. The equipment at the playground is all "new" (as in, not the stuff I remember using--and good on that, as I was playing there about 33 years ago--but not really new stuff, either) and rearranged, but as I told my mother, the weird thing about my hometown isn't the stuff that's changed--it's all the stuff that hasn't changed. The elementary school looks basically the same. The foot-bridge is still there. The baseball field and the stands are still there.
They are, however, rebuilding my high school. The new gym looks enormous. The building that I can only assume is the cafeteria is also gigantic. Soon the school will not be dwarfed by the auditorium. It's a little weird, but that school was not only my high school, nigh 20 years ago, it was my mother's junior high school, nigh another 20 years ago. It's probably due for an upgrade.
Then we went back to the parents' and had dinner, and played with the Zweeble, who found my mother's yoga mat and proceeded to spread it out and do "yoga poses." The idea of holding a pose does not occur to my child; most of his yoga poses involve jumping and spinning. Like most 4-year-olds, he is insanely flexible, and my mother, Scott, and I pretty much proved we're not 4 anymore. :)
Z. has been very clingy lately, probably because I've been out of the house a lot this week for work, so I spent most of the day hanging out with him. I didn't expect him to stay the night with his grandparents, but he decided to without any fanfare. So Scott and I came home without him. I played with Vignette, texted people randomly, and we got the makings for some sort of hot pepper and bacon infused vodka that has to steep for a week before Scott can make Bloody Marys with it.
And then, between Doctor Who and streaming Veronica Mars, I gorged on TV until 2:30am.
Today I need to empty the dishwasher, do some laundry, and do some work. And shower. I might shower first. Scott is watching a French zombie movie. Ah, Netflix, you evil creation ...
