No time to write (much) – still packing the mini-vanster. But the recent post in Jacqui’s Room got me to thinking about the time when we saw a young Gabriel looking at his index finger in wonder. He looked at Jodi and me in amazement and said, “You can point with your picking finger, too!”
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Summer Vacation, Day 63: The Illusion of Time Off
We leave for Michigan early Friday morning. I worked later on both Monday and Tuesday, trying to get everything squared away before we leave for a week and a half. Even so, I brought work home tonight. Tomorrow is a day-long retreat, so no time to work then. Packing is not done – tomorrow night most likely. Up late, up early, drive all day to my sister’s place.
Too tired Saturday morning, but the kids will rise early to play with their cousins. We should be rested by mid-week, except that somewhere in there we drive to my folks’ house. Or rather, their campsite on a lake – that should be fun. And active. Then drive to Grand Rapids to see friends – we invariably eat too much and never sleep.
Up late, up early, drive all day home. Sleep at the office.
Summer Vacation, Day 62: The Force Is With Us
I’m meeting Jodi and the kids at the Science Museum of Minnesota in a little while to take in the sheer awesomeness that is Star Wars: Where Science Meets Imagination.
The, uh, kids are really excited about it. I dunno – s’okay, I guess …
In honor of this momentous occasion – and because I dig both Star Wars and Shakespeare In Love – I (re)introduce you to George Lucas In Love.
Summer Vacation, Day 61: Nice Office
Blogger’s Note: I have a nice office. I’m not bragging – but when I downplay it, people think I’m being silly. I have windows; they get sun; and the views are lovely. There – I said it. I intend to enjoy it as long as it’s mine. Now, a haiku.
ivy-draped windows
in this green sanctuary
god whispers sunlight
Blogger’s Addendum: It’s nice to have a meditative moment here at work. I’ve stayed late because I have a meeting this evening in St. Paul – so the building is quiet and the light is at just the right angle …
Summer Vacation, Day 60: The Wizard of Oz
Last night the kids wanted to watch a movie. It’s sometimes a challenge to get them to agree on a single flick – but our DVD player downstairs isn’t working, so we’re limited to the older movies we have on VHS.
Still they were going back and forth, so I said, “How about The Wizard of Oz?” Why, you ask? I dunno – maybe because Jacqui had been blogging about it …
“Yeah!” said Emma.
“Yeah!” said Gabe.
“Um – no!” said Trevor.
“You haven’t even seen The Wizard of Oz, Trevor!” I said, although Jodi’s eyes warned me otherwise.
“Uh-HUUUH!” insisted Trevor.
“Really. What did you see?”
“There were monkeys, and even they could fly!” he said, a big smile breaking across his face.
“Flying monkeys?! That sounds pretty cool! What else?”
“And there was a lion!”
“Was it a mean lion?”
“No, he was a nice lion – even there was a scarecrow!”
“A scarecrow, too? Was he scary?”
“No, and even there was a dog!”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “The Wizard of Oz has flying monkeys, a lion, a scarecrow and a dog? This sounds like a pretty good movie!”
Trevor, by this point was grinning ear to ear, and nodding along with his description.
“And even there’s a collection!”
“A collec … a what?”
“There’s a collection, and even he can move!”
“A collection that moves?” I asked.
“Even the collection has an ax, and even the ax can break wood!”
But of course: the Tin Man, a collection! “Well, Trevvy – that sounds like about the best movie ever!” I said. “Wanna watch it?”
“Yeah – let’s watch it!” he cheered.
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