*stretches*
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kyburgOnce again, a weekend that worked. At least it did for me - your mileage may vary, and if you're Jim, that definitely is the case. If he'll tell you about what Sundays have turned into for him, good on ya. Frankly, the air is still blue 'round these parts and it's well-earned. Onward.
Saturday had Rockets. As in, fwoosh into the big sky, look out below and all that. We had stomp rockets, which are impressive only until the big boys set up and play. Jim shot video. Hopefully, that will be viewable soon. (Props and thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
western_slope and betnoir - and yes, we'll be doing it again Real Soon.) Hrm. You guys did know I found a wee Sierra Club offshoot kid could do, right? If himself does Whitney again, he may have company in a few years.
I do like my church. I do like my denomination. Sunday's reading was I Timothy 6:6-19, which is the 'root of all evils' stuff, but stops short of the popular 'shun wealth in favor of God' stuff later in the chapter, which is the one you hear more often. (Um, BTW? It's not root of all evils, but root of all kinds of evils. Just saying.) In this, Christian teaching dovetails very nicely with the Buddhist approach of divest, divest, it'll only cause you great pain, divest! that one finds. Kind of like the same thing was talking or something. If you'd like, my denomination is going to be having fun with the general public leading up to 'invite a friend to church day' November 7th. You want, you can has. I may drop Anne Rice's office a note.
We don't have stained glass windows, but plain glass that overlooks the flower gardens planted outside...and the quad between the sanctuary and the church house. Kid has a new teacher, who just started with him last week - that may have explained the clingy kid I had all of a sudden Sunday, but she certainly was a game duck. I could hear the delighted sounds of my kid getting away from someone at full pelt and saw them running across the quad during the sermon. Um, they were playing Star Wars together. Yes, yes they were.
Now, take that with you while I take my kid through the drive-through at McDonalds and then to the park where we eat our lunches and play a bit before going home for nappage. We are joined by two small brothers and what I thought was an auntie, very interested in kid's choice of lunch, the accompanying toys (Mom got a Happy Meal too, don't judge) and so forth. One produced a toy he'd 'found' and then they moved off.
The boys came back, sans 'auntie' - who I quickly found out was 'nobody to them.' Where are your parents, then?
Dad, his girlfriend, some step-sibs and maybe an older sib were in the megachurch next door. His mother was in Montclair. They? Were not wanted during services, so they were there with this person who was nobody to them, I had a hard time spotting once they were separated from her and yeah. I think 7 and 4, and very aware of their value on the open market. Hungry, too.
Stay classy, Manhattan Beach. That happens again next week, I'm going to go find me an asshole to refit. The more I think about it, the more tempting this becomes, mind you. (For those of you playing at home? Montclair is in San Bernardino County, which IS the poorest County in California, per square mile. Manhattan Beach? You don't talk about multiples of thousands when you talk home prices. You talk multiples of millions. Think of Chicago and Pekin. Worse. I lived there. Some of the people on my FL still do. How visitation is arranged, when these kids can't even stay in a seat next to their parent for an hour eludes me. The drive is an hour and a half. Take the train? I can't imagine.)
Some people have children waaaay too easily. And then they date outside of their bank accounts hoping to trade up. Next time, I'll just call DCFS while I take them to McDonalds.
God, that's two weekends in a row. Last one was the goldfish that ate my lunch money and now this.
My kid? I'd be flattered, but the suddent clingy is out of character and I worry about hyper-vigilance. I forsee a lot of cuddle time this week - that's what you do. Sunday? Three and a half hour nap - really out of character. So I mention it to teachers at school this morning and have my eye on him. You want to ruin me, scare him. And something has him a bit spooked, or maybe it's just a phase. Halloween is on the way, with all the scary billboards and schtuffs around. Whatever. He's stalling at night and fearful when he wakes up. Not cool.
The heat has arrived, and taking appropriate precautions. I forsee soup and sammies for dinner tonight.
Saturday had Rockets. As in, fwoosh into the big sky, look out below and all that. We had stomp rockets, which are impressive only until the big boys set up and play. Jim shot video. Hopefully, that will be viewable soon. (Props and thanks to
western_slope and betnoir - and yes, we'll be doing it again Real Soon.) Hrm. You guys did know I found a wee Sierra Club offshoot kid could do, right? If himself does Whitney again, he may have company in a few years.I do like my church. I do like my denomination. Sunday's reading was I Timothy 6:6-19, which is the 'root of all evils' stuff, but stops short of the popular 'shun wealth in favor of God' stuff later in the chapter, which is the one you hear more often. (Um, BTW? It's not root of all evils, but root of all kinds of evils. Just saying.) In this, Christian teaching dovetails very nicely with the Buddhist approach of divest, divest, it'll only cause you great pain, divest! that one finds. Kind of like the same thing was talking or something. If you'd like, my denomination is going to be having fun with the general public leading up to 'invite a friend to church day' November 7th. You want, you can has. I may drop Anne Rice's office a note.
We don't have stained glass windows, but plain glass that overlooks the flower gardens planted outside...and the quad between the sanctuary and the church house. Kid has a new teacher, who just started with him last week - that may have explained the clingy kid I had all of a sudden Sunday, but she certainly was a game duck. I could hear the delighted sounds of my kid getting away from someone at full pelt and saw them running across the quad during the sermon. Um, they were playing Star Wars together. Yes, yes they were.
Now, take that with you while I take my kid through the drive-through at McDonalds and then to the park where we eat our lunches and play a bit before going home for nappage. We are joined by two small brothers and what I thought was an auntie, very interested in kid's choice of lunch, the accompanying toys (Mom got a Happy Meal too, don't judge) and so forth. One produced a toy he'd 'found' and then they moved off.
The boys came back, sans 'auntie' - who I quickly found out was 'nobody to them.' Where are your parents, then?
Dad, his girlfriend, some step-sibs and maybe an older sib were in the megachurch next door. His mother was in Montclair. They? Were not wanted during services, so they were there with this person who was nobody to them, I had a hard time spotting once they were separated from her and yeah. I think 7 and 4, and very aware of their value on the open market. Hungry, too.
Stay classy, Manhattan Beach. That happens again next week, I'm going to go find me an asshole to refit. The more I think about it, the more tempting this becomes, mind you. (For those of you playing at home? Montclair is in San Bernardino County, which IS the poorest County in California, per square mile. Manhattan Beach? You don't talk about multiples of thousands when you talk home prices. You talk multiples of millions. Think of Chicago and Pekin. Worse. I lived there. Some of the people on my FL still do. How visitation is arranged, when these kids can't even stay in a seat next to their parent for an hour eludes me. The drive is an hour and a half. Take the train? I can't imagine.)
Some people have children waaaay too easily. And then they date outside of their bank accounts hoping to trade up. Next time, I'll just call DCFS while I take them to McDonalds.
God, that's two weekends in a row. Last one was the goldfish that ate my lunch money and now this.
My kid? I'd be flattered, but the suddent clingy is out of character and I worry about hyper-vigilance. I forsee a lot of cuddle time this week - that's what you do. Sunday? Three and a half hour nap - really out of character. So I mention it to teachers at school this morning and have my eye on him. You want to ruin me, scare him. And something has him a bit spooked, or maybe it's just a phase. Halloween is on the way, with all the scary billboards and schtuffs around. Whatever. He's stalling at night and fearful when he wakes up. Not cool.
The heat has arrived, and taking appropriate precautions. I forsee soup and sammies for dinner tonight.
