We just finished an unexpected visit with College Girl, an acronym she prefers to The Middle Child. Since she has headed off to the university, the four of us remaining have settled down to a quiet, smooth-running routine, something that was shot to pieces within the first hour of her dumping the dirty clothes bag [...]
Archive for August, 2011
Are They Brats or Simply Bored Children?
August 25th, 2011
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I just spent 90 minutes in a 12 x 15 room with a bored two-year old. Its not enough that the room didnt have toys and books, it also didnt have padded walls, which I would have used even if the Toddler did not. What it did have was a flat screen, and apparently the [...]
We’re Not Environmentally Sensitive — We’re Cheap
August 23rd, 2011
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The Norwegian Artist and I have never worried about steering our little raft through the middle of the stream, which is good, since according to our four progeny we are hopelessly on the edge. The other day, however, we discovered that, without our changing any of our odd habits, we have become cool, contemporary, and [...]
Internet Disconnection
August 18th, 2011
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You’ll be happy to know that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my Internet connection, even though it cuts out a dozen times in a day, sometimes, and on other days it merrily chugs along. I would share your joy in my smoothly running variable speed situation if it weren’t for that random “cutting out a [...]
Sleeping Cats, Back to School Time, and the Link Between the Two
August 11th, 2011
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It’s amazing what you can learn by sitting on the porch all afternoon, watching the cats. Like this: cats sleep a lot. What is it — 18, 19 hours a day? I can understand why lions get exhausted, what with the difficulty of running down a zebra or a water buffalo, but lolling around the [...]
Men Are from Mars; Women Are from Earth
August 4th, 2011
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I know that we’re not supposed to observe, much less talk about, the differences between men and women, but no place are they more obvious than behind the wheel of a car. Okay, so the bedroom runs a close second, but I don’t want to get in to, or out of, that. I was departing [...]
