I set aside my “making magic” story for a month and have started working on it some more. Which has me thinking about story telling.
As it happens I’m back back in South Carolina with our grandkids, (my baby B has turned 6 and is graduating kindergarten today - how the time flies), so I’m back on the kid TV circuit - some what terrifying for this old man.
Fortunately little Miss B, at a year in a half, has great taste and loves Bluey an Australian cartoon that happens to be among my favorites. Yesterday I heard Dad tell the three pigs story, and I found it hilarious and a great lesson in story telling.
So it’s time to liven up this place, wake up old people have some fun.
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How the time flies.
To think that was nine days ago.
The days can seem interminable, especially getting past five and waiting for the parents return, but like they say in the end it’s like the blink of an eye. Another week to go.
I feel it my duty to introduce them to some good ol Rock’n Roll, though lately it’s been Jackson Brown - parents have never heard of him. Pro-sports fanaticism and millennials, ya know.
But the song that’s been echoing louder and louder in my mind, is today’s feature song
This one is an amazing trooper, and climber, and a runner, keeping up with her is a challenge.
And, it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
Fortunately, there’s boo-boo’s, and there’s disaster, they are not the same.
Though every day is an act of flirting with disaster. Just another balancing game.
After a few tears, she’s right back at it and still wants to run on the side walk.
(Yeah, long pants are now required, for walks on the side walk and showing her about her neighborhood, and of course drilling in the terror zone to keep away from, known as the Street and all the cars driving down it.)
Though she seems to be better at slowing down (at least for a moment or two) when I ask her to. (it actually happened three days ago and I’m happy to say it’s healing quit well since this freshie.)
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