up to this point, i have not spent much time thinking about this… but now, complications are arising. indeed, with the onset of nice weather and a yard full of chores to take care of, it has become difficult to sit down at the computer and write.
in some ways, i even feel like i am rebelling.
for so long now, and i’m talking decades not years, i have been on the computer lots and lots and lots of my free time. but now, after i’ve put the kids down for a nap, i head downstairs, give the computer a glimpse, basically flip it the bird, and go outside. and:
I FEEL LIBERATED!
so, i am busy rationalizing my desires to get outside instead of writing which is funny p-cuss (freja-talk for because) it’s my blog and i am in charge of it so i have nobody to answer to but myself as to whether i write or not OR anything else for that matter. but, if you know me, you also probably know that i like to think through the situation before taking action, sometimes to the point of paralysis. anyways….
my point, i think, is that i my volume of posts may drop from 2 per week down to one per week for the summer. anything beyond that and i’m making no promises.
QUICK KID STORY/QUESTION AND THEN I’M OUTTA HERE FOR THE MORNING.
(whoa, strong cafe breve this morning. sorry for the all caps there.)
my wife won a picnic set at a silent auction a few weeks ago. she is a total badass at silent auctions. i won’t mention that she made me go back to check the bid 2 minutes before the end because her name was already on the bid sheet 3 times and she didn’t want to look desperate or anything…
so, the picnic set has a nice little picnic blanket and picnic basket and picnic plates, silverware, and cups. the kids were very excited about this so it was without delay that we sat down to have a picnic at lunchtime a few days later. i should mention that the picnic goers were myself, freja, kieran, and kieran’s little buddy, ryatt. (pronounced riot. it’s english. cool name and cool kid. he can rope! i’d bet anybody $20 that he’ll make out with freja someday. if she’s anything like her mo… er, nevermind.)
i take some peanut butter and honey sandwiches out to the kids and they are happily munching away for about 2 minutes until i hear “DDDDAAAAAAAADDDDDDD” at the back door. i head over and, of course, a yellowjacket has invited itself to the picnic.
well, i have 2 memories of wasps from my childhood and neither of them end without crying. i hustled the kids inside and convinced them that yellowjackets love PB&H sandwiches and that it probably wouldn’t go away soon so we should just eat inside. luckily, this satisfied everyone and we had a nice, uneventful, non-sting-filled lunch.
good, great, grand… fast forward a few weeks.
EVERY TIME THERE IS A WINGED INSECT IN THE YARD, kieran thinks it’s a yellowjacket! i can hardly do anything outside without being interrupted by “DDDDAAAAAAAADDDDDDD” followed by a his general malaise and me muttering something along the lines of, well, that doesn’t need to be repeated.
fly: YELLOWJACKET!
flying ant: YELLOWJACKET!
chickadee: YELLOWJACKET!
honest to pete.
not sure what i am going to do here. trying to bequeath the knowledge that we can just move away and things should be okay while at the same time explaining that a wasp does not grind the world to a halt. anybody out there have any tricks for a sitch like this?
