After the Photo Opp

“Santa’s smaller than he was last year,” Acorn said.
“You’ve grown, honey,” my mother assured him.
They’re both right. Of course.

Filed under: The Wild Rumpus

On Longing

Acorn to my mother, gazing after an adult walking with her sons:
“Oh, look at Miss Sonia. She’s so lucky. She has three boys. She’s lucky to have three boys. Mommy just has one boy: me.”

Filed under: Ordinary Everyday, The Wild Rumpus

Incompetence Leads to Disappointment

i just deleted 22 real comments in an effort to mark 3 spam comments as spam. Mourn for a moment with me.
Now, add a comment please, so this site doesn’t look quite so bare and unloved. Please?

Filed under: Meta

A Righteous Anger

So this morning, I was at work at my new job. (Discount retailer. Toy department. Part time. Just for the holidays.) La-la-la, straightening the shelves, taking the frozen pizzas someone left on a shelf to the grocery department’s ruined items section, disposing of the can of silly string someone sprayed [...]

Filed under: Ordinary Everyday, Righteous Outrage, Soapbox

So tired.

Too tired to even root out a picture, quote, or link to share. Good night.

Filed under: Tidbits

Attention to Detail

I had a dye day on Monday. Surprisingly, the only person who’s questioned my brightly-coloured hands in the days since is my son.
Tomorrow, I should be able to retrieve them from the studio and re-skein them. And then… it can all begin.

Filed under: Fibre: It's not just for bran flakes

How Are You Doing?

I still haven’t been eaten by a dinosaur. And how are you?

Filed under: Tidbits, Whimsy

Apropos of Nothing

In the middle of dinner tonight, after a brief silence, Acorn spoke up.
“I like living lots,” he informed us.
Confused, we agreed that that was good. He continued:
“Because when the dinosaurs were stepping on cars they ate a lots of people. I’m glad I didn’t get eated by a dinosaur.”
So are we all, darling [...]

Filed under: The Wild Rumpus

Earworm

A few nights ago, Acorn requested “silly songs” as we drove home. I thought “18 Wheels on a Big Rig” might amuse him.
I was rewarded with the purest of laughter, a new way to delight my boy, and an earworm that just won’t die. The part where you count in Roman numerals is [...]

Filed under: The Wild Rumpus, Tidbits

The Vagaries of Self-Employment

Today, I taught the first class on what I believe I’ll be calling the Seaglass Hat. Today was meant to be the only session of the class, but of my three confirmed students and two maybes, only the two maybes actually got to be there today. At least one of the others will [...]

Filed under: Fibre: It's not just for bran flakes