Today on this date, according to a shared memory, one of my nieces spent an amazing day riding horses with friends.
Apparently on this same date (albeit some years prior) *I* was waxing nostalgic about Jonah Hex.
That’s just not something I ever expected to know.
As my son and I wrapped up our course on history for the year, we found ourselves talking about the traits common to successful civilizations. Unity was a big one, of course, but flexibility/adaptability was right up there, plus a certain willingness to look at the world beyond their borders.
Do those sounds like words that describe our current civilizations to you?
From a conversation about the merits and drawbacks of tattoos:
All too often I’ve seen people ink their pain into their skin not to heal, but to ensure that it never heals.
I’ve been telling people for years that I don’t like what I see when I look in the mirror, and after years of people telling me that’s silly, I finally realized they can’t see Bloody Mary like I can . . .
How weird would be if you made something, and it periodically disassembled itself and give a piece of itself back to you to show how grateful it was?
– L, age 10, in response to learning that some religions used to believe that you had to shed human blood to repay the gods for creating humanity
Before I got interrupted yesterday, I was planning to say that, for the record, while I consider ten way too young for that kind of language, I’m not foolish enough to believe my son doesn’t know it.
(We interrupt our intended line of thought with this special announcement.)
I’m rarely at a loss for words, but learning that a full grown man tried to invoke the “stand your ground” defense over his killing of an iguana just has me gobsmacked today.
I’ve definitely noticed that over the years it has become more acceptable for people to swear. That’s a f****** shame. People should spend more time learning to f****** express themselves better.
She’s [age redacted]? It’s time for her to start gearing up!
– L., age 10, making a joke upon hearing his grandmother’s age
I think it’s time for you to shut the “L” up now on that joke.
– My son, L, after me telling one too many “L” jokes the other day
