So there is a custom among certain of my people that the test for someone being Excessively Punchdrunk is to say "A stick!*" at them and see if it makes them fall over, under the principle that the relevant joke is really only funny at about 3am.
KJ is bouncing around being kind of hyperkinetic and chatterboxy so I addressed her with "A STICK!" and she cracked up, but of course then I had to explain why I had addressed her with "A STICK!"
Long story short, we have now determined that dogs are assistive devices for disabled boomerangs.
* "What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back?"
"A stick!"
KJ is bouncing around being kind of hyperkinetic and chatterboxy so I addressed her with "A STICK!" and she cracked up, but of course then I had to explain why I had addressed her with "A STICK!"
Long story short, we have now determined that dogs are assistive devices for disabled boomerangs.
* "What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back?"
"A stick!"
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We got an email informing us that we should pick up KJ's textbooks "outside the main office". This is all fine and dandy except for the part where KJ started 'at' a new school, which I have only been in to vote, and I have no freaking clue where the main office is. So I figured I'd park and blunder around and ask someone for directions, for lack of anything more clever. I parked, peered at the nearest entrance, and saw a couple of carts on the sidewalk in front of it; one of them was labelled for KJ's class and contained the list of books I had been told to obtain, so, welp, I guess I know which door to go in to find the main office now.
You know, in the event I want to. Which I assume will come someday. All knowledge is worth having?
In other child-related news ER is very, very angry that actions have consequences, including, for example, the action of locking her mama and her younger sister out of the house while she's having a snit about not getting what she was whining for. (She did let us in after a minute, and I could've gotten in with a house key, but nonetheless this behaviour is disapproved.)
Anyway.
I hear rumors, on the Dependency Hell front, that the mason will be here tomorrow to get the footing for the new stoop poured.
On bedroom-side updates Teine has installed much of his new closet furnishings which may mean that his stuff will get put away which means I can go back to putting my stuff away soon.
In the office branch of Dependency Hell, the computer is set up, there is now a keyboard tray, and I have found the remote for its silly color effects (I really rather like them but they are silly and now at least I can control them). Of the four bookcases that were in the office-that-was, one is nearly fully re-filled (the box containing the rest of shelf #2 is shared with another bookcase that is not refilled) and another has two shelves restored; I am missing roughly half a dozen boxes of books that go in them, including the two unfilled bottom shelves and shelf #5 of the bookcase labelled "door", all of which are stop points for my plan of restoring the shelves from bottom up. I dug out and extracted from the basement fifteen boxes of books today (only moving them to the first floor;![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
artan conveyed them to the bedroom) so I am Done With Boxes for the nonce. Robin approves of box-related progress.
Plan is to reshelve everything and then when the shelves for the deeper units are done, figure out how I want to reshuffle things to put the extra-size books on shelves that can actually handle books that size. I am dithering about whether or not I want to bring up the bead boxes and stash them where they (eventually) go.
I would like to start reshelving the Abrahamic religion books (they go in the bookcase labelled "left"), maybe, because I have a religious education orientation meeting tomorrow and it would be nice to wave at my religions library. I have also installed MultiMC so I can get a Minecraft instance running for purposes of teaching religious education, because I am teaching religious education in Minecraft this year.
You know, in the event I want to. Which I assume will come someday. All knowledge is worth having?
In other child-related news ER is very, very angry that actions have consequences, including, for example, the action of locking her mama and her younger sister out of the house while she's having a snit about not getting what she was whining for. (She did let us in after a minute, and I could've gotten in with a house key, but nonetheless this behaviour is disapproved.)
Anyway.
I hear rumors, on the Dependency Hell front, that the mason will be here tomorrow to get the footing for the new stoop poured.
On bedroom-side updates Teine has installed much of his new closet furnishings which may mean that his stuff will get put away which means I can go back to putting my stuff away soon.
In the office branch of Dependency Hell, the computer is set up, there is now a keyboard tray, and I have found the remote for its silly color effects (I really rather like them but they are silly and now at least I can control them). Of the four bookcases that were in the office-that-was, one is nearly fully re-filled (the box containing the rest of shelf #2 is shared with another bookcase that is not refilled) and another has two shelves restored; I am missing roughly half a dozen boxes of books that go in them, including the two unfilled bottom shelves and shelf #5 of the bookcase labelled "door", all of which are stop points for my plan of restoring the shelves from bottom up. I dug out and extracted from the basement fifteen boxes of books today (only moving them to the first floor;
artan conveyed them to the bedroom) so I am Done With Boxes for the nonce. Robin approves of box-related progress.Plan is to reshelve everything and then when the shelves for the deeper units are done, figure out how I want to reshuffle things to put the extra-size books on shelves that can actually handle books that size. I am dithering about whether or not I want to bring up the bead boxes and stash them where they (eventually) go.
I would like to start reshelving the Abrahamic religion books (they go in the bookcase labelled "left"), maybe, because I have a religious education orientation meeting tomorrow and it would be nice to wave at my religions library. I have also installed MultiMC so I can get a Minecraft instance running for purposes of teaching religious education, because I am teaching religious education in Minecraft this year.
KJ has been spending the quarantimes researching things that interest her, and has, as a result, turned herself into a font of Snake Facts. After becoming a font of Snake Facts, she then started trawling Craigslist for rescues/rehomes. (With permission.) Several people did not even respond to us, we got a couple bites that didn't work out, and finally we made arrangements on Monday to pick up a snake Thursday.
Time gap becauseartan had recently acquired a new tank for Jian Chi, his turtle, and so there was upgrading the turtle tank to do so the previous tank could be refitted for snake habitation. Tuesday KJ and I went to a herp-specialist pet store to get the gear needed, chatting with a very amiable extroverted man as we assembled Many Thing and carefully transferred it out to whispercricket's car.
Various things were done to get things ready* (still in progress; one of the things we picked up was basically a one-use tank heating pad so we could pick him up before we had everything 100% ready) and then KJ and I puttered down to Everett to obtain the big beautiful boy from an I'd guess twenty-something young man who is "more into boas now". He is currently living in a rather featureless tupperware and came with four frozen rats, which should last him a month, month and a half.
KJ's sisters are very excited and the snake was very chill about them, which is good (but ball pythons are sweet tempered and easygoing). She videochatted some of her socially distanced friends to show him off; after much deliberation and discussion she has named him Mahogany, Mo for short. (The junior monkeys call him "Snakie Donuts" because his pattern has donut shapes in it; we will see if that sticks for them, heh. "Or alien faces!" KJ points out.)
Mo has also accidentally nosebooped one of the cats, and been stared at by other cats; both of the blacks have napped on top of his tupperware. (Noseboop story: Robin, oblivious to anything other than "there are hands here that are not petting me", tried to coax pettings out of KJ, who was holding the snake at the time. Mo, curious about what was making his branch shake, peered down, and there was nose-to-nose contact, from which both animals flinched back going, "WTF IS THAT THEN.")
Tank cleaning continues apace; Mo is going a bit blue so KJ wants to take him up to play in the bath later. Vet appointment on Tuesday, which is conducted on spy drop principles. (Drive to vet, contact with secret passcode, someone comes out to obtain the animal and take inside, wait for return.)
* I had complex nightmares Tuesday and Wednesday night which I suspected vaguely at the time were stress about going to meet a stranger off Craigslist in a pandemic and, indeed, last night after obtaining Mo I did not have nightmares.
Time gap because
artan had recently acquired a new tank for Jian Chi, his turtle, and so there was upgrading the turtle tank to do so the previous tank could be refitted for snake habitation. Tuesday KJ and I went to a herp-specialist pet store to get the gear needed, chatting with a very amiable extroverted man as we assembled Many Thing and carefully transferred it out to whispercricket's car.Various things were done to get things ready* (still in progress; one of the things we picked up was basically a one-use tank heating pad so we could pick him up before we had everything 100% ready) and then KJ and I puttered down to Everett to obtain the big beautiful boy from an I'd guess twenty-something young man who is "more into boas now". He is currently living in a rather featureless tupperware and came with four frozen rats, which should last him a month, month and a half.
KJ's sisters are very excited and the snake was very chill about them, which is good (but ball pythons are sweet tempered and easygoing). She videochatted some of her socially distanced friends to show him off; after much deliberation and discussion she has named him Mahogany, Mo for short. (The junior monkeys call him "Snakie Donuts" because his pattern has donut shapes in it; we will see if that sticks for them, heh. "Or alien faces!" KJ points out.)
Mo has also accidentally nosebooped one of the cats, and been stared at by other cats; both of the blacks have napped on top of his tupperware. (Noseboop story: Robin, oblivious to anything other than "there are hands here that are not petting me", tried to coax pettings out of KJ, who was holding the snake at the time. Mo, curious about what was making his branch shake, peered down, and there was nose-to-nose contact, from which both animals flinched back going, "WTF IS THAT THEN.")
Tank cleaning continues apace; Mo is going a bit blue so KJ wants to take him up to play in the bath later. Vet appointment on Tuesday, which is conducted on spy drop principles. (Drive to vet, contact with secret passcode, someone comes out to obtain the animal and take inside, wait for return.)
* I had complex nightmares Tuesday and Wednesday night which I suspected vaguely at the time were stress about going to meet a stranger off Craigslist in a pandemic and, indeed, last night after obtaining Mo I did not have nightmares.
“Reality is a small bubble in an ocean of imagination, and reality is slowly getting larger as little bits of imagination seep through the outer shell.”
- KJ, demonstrating a canny grasp of core ancient Egyptian theological concepts for a ten-year-old
- KJ, demonstrating a canny grasp of core ancient Egyptian theological concepts for a ten-year-old
So, KJ is taking piano lessons. Amongst her notation knowledge are: quarter note ("ta"), two eighth notes ("ti-ti", also called "two good friends" by her slightly wacky ex-Soviet piano teacher), half note ("ta-a"), and quarter rest; measure, bar line, repeat, DC al fine, treble clef, bass clef, line note, space note.
So I had a bit of music open and was screwing around on the flute (I need to put some music practice into my regular routines, I really do, including teaching myself guitar) when she came home, and I had her look at the music. There was one measure she could actually read (half note, quarter rest, quarter note), which she did.
I pointed to the time signature, and said "this means that there are four 'ta' in every measure". She nodded seriously, and I said "That means that everything here adds up to four ta", sweeping my finger along the lines that included sixteenth notes, triplets, and various and sundry.
We puttered along peering at the music, and she asked what a symbol was. "Eighth rest", I said. "Ti rest!" Then she pointed at the solitary, unpaired eighth note.
"What's that?"
"That's an eighth note without a friend."
In tones of great mournful sympathy, she said, "Awwwww."
(Then I pointed at the whole note and said "How many beats do you think that note is?" She peered at it, and said, "Four.")
So I had a bit of music open and was screwing around on the flute (I need to put some music practice into my regular routines, I really do, including teaching myself guitar) when she came home, and I had her look at the music. There was one measure she could actually read (half note, quarter rest, quarter note), which she did.
I pointed to the time signature, and said "this means that there are four 'ta' in every measure". She nodded seriously, and I said "That means that everything here adds up to four ta", sweeping my finger along the lines that included sixteenth notes, triplets, and various and sundry.
We puttered along peering at the music, and she asked what a symbol was. "Eighth rest", I said. "Ti rest!" Then she pointed at the solitary, unpaired eighth note.
"What's that?"
"That's an eighth note without a friend."
In tones of great mournful sympathy, she said, "Awwwww."
(Then I pointed at the whole note and said "How many beats do you think that note is?" She peered at it, and said, "Four.")
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KJ is singing "Let it Go" in her sleep.
This is at least more coherent and comprehensible than most of the things![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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This is at least more coherent and comprehensible than most of the things
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Facebook Archive process previously included Facebook only bothering to have me notice a tiny fraction of what I said. So this is some of the rest of it.
Contains kid stories, kvetching, and status updates on the writing process for the Traveller's Guide. Moderately complete archive.
( 2010 archive revisited, April-June )
Contains kid stories, kvetching, and status updates on the writing process for the Traveller's Guide. Moderately complete archive.
( 2010 archive revisited, April-June )
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These are my status updates from Facebook for the relevant time period (at least the ones I felt worth copying over), primarily copied to put KJ stories here.
Goodness, I hadn't realised I'd been screwing around with FB that long.
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Goodness, I hadn't realised I'd been screwing around with FB that long.
( Cut. )
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This evening KJ came in to say good night to me and asked for some bedtime nursing. She's been getting increasingly erratic about this over time, much to my something-or-other, and tonight she popped off the breast, looked at me with an expression of faint confusion, and said, "There's no sleep meem in there."
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I did a long-planned ritual tonight, which involved my grandmother being placed in a position of prominence on the ancestor shrine and a lot of talking. KJ was involved with the process for a number of reasons, and thus had some commentary.
She was heading off downstairs afterwards to get a before-bed diaper change fromartan_eter, and asked how Grandy M was doing. (Grandy M being my mother.)
"That wasn't Grandy M,"artan_eter explained. "That was Grandy J. Grandy M's mama."
"Oh."
I explained, "That is your mama's mama's mama."
KJ was very thoughtful as she declared, "... that's a lot of mamas."
She was heading off downstairs afterwards to get a before-bed diaper change from
artan_eter, and asked how Grandy M was doing. (Grandy M being my mother.)"That wasn't Grandy M,"
artan_eter explained. "That was Grandy J. Grandy M's mama.""Oh."
I explained, "That is your mama's mama's mama."
KJ was very thoughtful as she declared, "... that's a lot of mamas."
I need to start pulling my conversations-with-kids and kids-anecdotes down off FB and archiving them here, but until then:
artan_eter, in the distance talking to the handymen: ... and this house was flipped by monkeys before we got it...
KJ: It got *flipped*.
Me: Yes.
KJ: The house got *flipped*.
Me: Yes, sweetie.
KJ: HOW it get flipped?
Me: ... that's what the people did before we got it.
KJ: OH NOOOOOO.
artan_eter, in the distance talking to the handymen: ... and this house was flipped by monkeys before we got it...KJ: It got *flipped*.
Me: Yes.
KJ: The house got *flipped*.
Me: Yes, sweetie.
KJ: HOW it get flipped?
Me: ... that's what the people did before we got it.
KJ: OH NOOOOOO.
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KJ: "Where we going?"
artan_eter: "We're going to go vote. Do you want to vote?"
KJ: "Yeah."
artan_eter: "Do you want to be a donkey or an elephant?"
KJ, after some thought: "El'phun."
Me: "Are you going to reform the Republican Party?"
KJ: "Yeah. ... ... ... where's the party?"
artan_eter: "We're going to go vote. Do you want to vote?"KJ: "Yeah."
artan_eter: "Do you want to be a donkey or an elephant?"KJ, after some thought: "El'phun."
Me: "Are you going to reform the Republican Party?"
KJ: "Yeah. ... ... ... where's the party?"
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