Light to moderate posting this week. It makes me feel guilty when I see that post calendar over to the right, and there are a string of unhighlighted days. It’s been quite a crazy week for reasons I can’t go into now, but will possibly post about sometime in the mid-to-long future. Everything’s OK, it’s just been an unhinged sort of week for a number of reasons.
I must say that I had the only RBI (RKI?) in our company team’s kickball league game last Saturday. It was one of the few bright spots in an otherwise disappointing 6-1 loss. Among the mitigating circumstances was the average age of the teams. Ours was around 35, theirs was around 25. To their credit, however, they had been drinking, and we, unfortunately, had not. Game #2 is tomorrow, just in time for a 20-degree drop in the daytime high. What doesn’t kill me makes me slightly more uncomfortable.
Luckily, I neither embarrassed myself nor injured myself. One of our number ran over his own toe, which then filled with blood. He eventually used a drill bit to release the pressure in his extremity. I was not around to witness the operation.
I have been reading The Jungle Books to Daughter #1, and have been surprised at how much I have been enjoying them (making the tenses work in that sentence was really annoying.) When we started, I was having a real problem with the neo-Victorian syntax that the characters use (to say nothing of the patronzing colonialist attitude, sexism, etc.) But now I’ve, thankfully, gotten past that and am now really enjoying them, as is she. I think that my favorite so far is “The King’s Ankus”, and I find the stories in the second book to be more compelling than those of the first.
With Daughter #2, we are still making our way through the Narnia series, and have just begun The Horse and His Boy. I don’t know how much of it she is getting, since they, like Kipling’s characters, tend to talk to each other in what kids today would consider a highfalutin style. The goal at this age is not to notice all the nuance, but to impart a love of storytelling.
Last weekend was the girls’ big dance recital. Luckily, both girls were scheduled on the same night, so that we only had to go to one dress rehearsal and one performance. Two years ago was the year of the Pole Dance, last year it was High School Musical, and this year is the year of the ass-shake. Everyone from the toddlers to the eighteen-year-olds was shakin’ it like a Polaroid pic-chaaa, with varying degrees of success. For the third year in a row, Daddy forgot to bring the correct equipment to take non-blurry photgraphs of the event, so we’ll just have to wait for the DVD.
The lawn calls this weekend, lots of cleanup, raking, and grass seed. Enjoy yourselves, everybody.