My neighbor has been letting her kids, 5 and 3, out in our shared yard by themselves for some playtime. It has (to my mind) an awesome layout with exposed bedrock between our houses to climb. My wife and I sort of spoil her plan to foster independence by going out to play with the kids when we see them. To show the different mindsets: when my mother saw the yard and exposed rock, she though it was so great on her next visit she brought toy trucks for our then-theoretical kid to play with. My niece’s mother, OTOH, went crazy trying to keep her grandkids off the rock; so dangerous, they might fall, come play on the deck where its safe. Sheesh.
I was in love with a young girl, a kid. She was ten. I was 40. Of course it wouldn’t work: I was four times older than she was. So I waited. I waited five years: she was fifteen, I was 45. Now I was only three times as old as that girl. I waited some more, fifteen years. Now she was 30, and I was 60. Twice as old! I’m waiting now for her to catch up, and then we can finally marry!
Just did my first mow last week. I use an electric mower, which sets up an interesting dynamic: it’s harder to mow wet grass, especially if it’s long. (The other issue with electricity and wet mostly went away with modern cords: I still remember the tingle in my hands as a kid). And the more it rains, the more the grass grows. So here in CT our mowing season was introduced with a regular weekend rain. Today was nice, though: too nice to spend working in the yard. The other dynamic: I’m lazy.
When I started school the “new math” was all the rage— mid-60s (viz. Tom Lehrer). Now that’s passe’. The New “new math” seemed odd to me until I realized it’s how I solve problems in my head. 6×19 = (6×20) – (6×1) = 120-6 = 114. I can do it faster than I can type it.
Navy days: the dress blue “Cracker-jack” uniform with the 13-buttoned flap on the trousers. And in the front, unlike Dr. Dentons. Not what you want to be wearing when dealing with the consequences of drinking lots of beer.
My neighbor has been letting her kids, 5 and 3, out in our shared yard by themselves for some playtime. It has (to my mind) an awesome layout with exposed bedrock between our houses to climb. My wife and I sort of spoil her plan to foster independence by going out to play with the kids when we see them. To show the different mindsets: when my mother saw the yard and exposed rock, she though it was so great on her next visit she brought toy trucks for our then-theoretical kid to play with. My niece’s mother, OTOH, went crazy trying to keep her grandkids off the rock; so dangerous, they might fall, come play on the deck where its safe. Sheesh.