Given my disdain for anything resembling cooking, it’s a wonder I don’t eat out a lot more than I do. All I can say is I’m glad to live in an age of microwaves.
Otherwise I would have been too downtrodden even by Dickensian standards.
For a myriad of reasons, I avoid McDonald’s like the plague. If I had my druthers, I wouldn’t set foot in the place ever again. Unfortunately they have a playground, and I have an eight-year-old daughter.
Chronologically my daughter is eight years old. Psychologically though she’s increasingly in a transitory state. Sometimes she acts more like four, other times more like 24. See seems to move between the two seamlessly.
I was the same way with my penchant for unnecessary formality.
I know this is perfectly normal; I’m not worried or anything like that. It’s just disconcerting as all hell.
Today’s post is a little earlier than usual. Rush plays a three-hour set, and I don’t expect to be back at the hotel room until after 11 p.m. With an eight-year-old in tow, that means there won’t be any late night writing tonight.
Oh she thinks she can handle it, but I know better.
Image credit: Rafael Edwards
So there won’t be any concert accounts until tomorrow. Sorry ’bout that.
It’s amazing how quickly a subject for this blog sometimes presents itself.
Since Σ and I are going to Portland in a couple days to see Rush, she’s staying with me beginning tonight. Having just put her to bed, I was resigned to writing tonight about how she’s looking forward to an all-day car trip to Oregon’s I-5 corridor to … “go to the mall.”
Which, as I told her, makes about as much sense as going to Japan to eat at McDonald’s.
As it turns out, you can thank the UK’s Daily Mail for saving you from reading about that.
Today was definitely a kid’s sort of day in the 2T. As mentioned a couple days ago, Σ was signed up for Kids Art in the Park. I think this was her fifth consecutive year at the event. Considering she’s only eight, that’s a big deal in her world.
Although clay isn’t exactly her specialty.
Image credit: Akif A Khan
Yeah, she started her clay pot over three times until she finally made something resembling an ashtray. We’ll find out for sure once it’s fired.
I think my daughter and I solved the Beachy issue from a few days back. Although she wanted me to refer to her by her real name here, her mother vetoed that. Fortunately we’ve come up with a solution which should satisfy everyone. She has agreed to be known here on SB simply as “Σ.” If you like you can call her Sigma. Along those lines, my twin nieces – who are toddlers living in the Portland, Oregon, area – will be henceforth known as “π” and “μ” respectively.
No, none of us are even remotely Greek. Just work with me here.
Image credit: PHGCOM
This is a fortuitous turn of events, since all three young ladies figure into today’s narrative.