Rolling rolling rolling, keep those wagons rolling, rawhide...

[ciroccoj]

I drove for 2.25 hours today. Why? To go to Thurso, where my mom had some small RRSPs, and give them 6 sheets of paper. And to be told that I need to send them one more sheet so they'll write me a cheque for about $1000. So to dispell my annoyance at the long drive, I am telling myself that today I earned $444.44 an hour.

In other news, the great Blackout of 2003 began one year ago. I mentioned it to the kids, who asked a couple of questions. Which I answered. They asked some more. I answered some more. Eventually I ended up talking for almost an hour, while they stared in rapt attention, mouths partly open and eyes wide and little wheels turning furiously inside their heads as they processed information. And when I was all done and had no more data to hand out and no more blackout stories to tell and no more voice left, they sat for a moment and then Justin said, "But... tell us more."

?

You can really never tell what's going to twig something in a child. Sometimes the most amazing things are accepted casually, without much interest or curiosity. At other times the utterly banal becomes riveting.

So right now they're outside playing blackout. Trees are knocking into power lines, people are directing traffic, food is spoiling, candles are burning... I must say, this sure beats playing war games.

Comments

[ninja-kat.livejournal.com]

Silly Thurso people. A pox on them...but only after they write you that cheque. ;)

My goodness, I forgot about the blackout. I actually miss it - if that makes any sense. It was fun. Like house-camping.

Too bad about the trampolining.

Have a great time camping. :)

[lonejaguar.livejournal.com]

That's awesome. I still sometimes I forget about the blackout only because it seems like such legend now and I can't believe I was a part of that.