As has the rest of the country, we've had an exceptionally warm winter this year. We've had several seventy-degree days in December and January, including today. Of course we like to spend as much time outside as possible on those days — and so does everyone else. When Matthew and Benji go to the playground on weekdays they get the swings and slide pretty much to themselves. On these warm weekends in winter, though, the playground has been so crowded! The slide is especially problematic with lots of bigger kids running around that area.
So when we went to the playground on one of these warm December days just before Christmas, Benji decided to leave the slide behind and take us on a nature walk. At that time he still didn't like to walk in public without holding a Mommy or Daddy finger so he grabbed Daddy and walked him into the wooded area around the playground.
While wandering around in the woods, Benji stopped to look at things in far more detail than any of us jaded adults do anymore. Everything was fascinating to him — the dried leaves, the tree bark, the rocks on the ground. Ah, yes, the rocks. He found one rock in particular that he loved and carried it around the rest of the afternoon. Even when he dropped it, he found that specific rock again and picked it back up. And in classic Benji style, he would give it to one of us, but expect it back again. Is this the beginning of a rock collection?
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
