There’s dried fettuccini on the bathroom floor, which is a variation from the usual wet towels, but this time it’s not the teenagers’ fault. Toddler has been rummaging around the cupboards, plunging fat sticky hands in the oatmeal, tossing raisins at the dog, and now playing pick up sticks with the pasta. I think I [...]
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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 [...]
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 [...]
Jiminy Crock Pot! Hot Food for Dinner!
July 28th, 2011
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This last month I discovered the existence of the crock pot. No, not crack pots. Very funny. I’m talking about the slow cooker, which, theoretically one fills with goodies at the beginning of the day, plugs in, and walks away while the veggies and the meatsies burble away until evening, when one wanders back in, [...]
The Great Washing Machine Adventure
July 13th, 2011
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You’ll never guess what I’m doing right now, I mean, as opposed to sitting at the keyboard writing to you. I’m washing a load of towels. In the washing machine. Those of you who don’t know me, or those of you who know me but don’t pay attention to me (like my progeny, sort of) [...]
The Summer of Our Contentment
June 22nd, 2011
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So, I’m sitting in a parked car, doing yet another one of those 20-minute chauffeur trips for the progeny that turns into 85, and I’m bored. Ahead of me is a van with writing on it: Water. Wind. Fire. Whoa, that’s cool. When I’m not sitting in cars, I’ve been reading the Tony Hillerman Navaho [...]
