I am not a mom. I have no plans to be a mom. I’m an aunt. My mother ran a daycare in our home for as long as I can remember. So I do have some experience with children. Just not any of my own. They go home at the end of the day, or weekend or whatever.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted here. I’m sorry. For all my good intentions I’ve been a total slug when it comes to writing here. I could sit here and tell you that I’ve been sick – which is true, but not really helpful. What I’m going to do is illustrate how to use your life as a research opportunity while whining… I mean telling you about recent experience with the local plague.
Recently I was taking a walk with my dear friend E.P. Beaumont. We were walking along the river talking about our recent projects and Day Job frustrations when she paused to notice how green the trees were. It took me by surprise, not because I hadn’t noticed that the trees were green, but that it was worth mentioning. I had a similar response to my Great Aunt’s visit and her constant chatter about trees in the city.
I live near the State Fair grounds – which can be a lot of fun. For example, just last weekend the “Back to the 50’s” Car Show moved in for the weekend. Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday the traffic around our house was peppered with cool old cars and trucks. Friday and Saturday they were driving up and down Snelling Ave, waving to each other and the crowds that had gathered on the lawns to watch them. The crowds were as interesting (to my way of thinking) as the cars.