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It’s like manna from Heaven

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We have a friend, Glenn, whose mother loved to cook for his friends. That was great for us because we liked to eat, and she was a good cook. However, you couldn’t finish your plate at her house because as soon as it was empty Freida would say, “Oh you’ve finished, here, have some more,” and plop down another helping or two of the main course and/or side dishes. I feel like that now, with volunteer stuff. As soon as I clear my plate of one job, another job shows up. And it is not as if the kids help around the house more – actually they help less than before because of their own schedules. Dean does more, but he’s been travelling a fair bit.

I’m not really complaining – I actually like volunteering. I get more satisfaction out of that than I do with work-for-pay. (so much so I didn’t collect money from folks that said they’d pay me — how do you take money from a friend?)

 I am breathing a little easier now though. I have a high proirity project that I thought was due COB today, but was told Monday was fine. Since I work every weekend anyway, this is no burden whatsoever.

Not that I am finishing my NaNoWriMo project though. I gave that up after the first couple of days. Even getting an email from one of my current favorite authors won’t lure me back to that hell.

Thoughts of Freida’s cooking has made me hungry.

Beyond Tedious

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Andrew had his first real wrestling practice in high school today. I think he was shocked at the work he had to do. They ran 3 miles, then did a couple of hours of other exercises. When I got there to pick him up he was just about to “do steps” which, I imagine, was running up and down staircases in the school. It was raining outside, so they had to make do, I suppose.

When we got home I asked him to bring the garbage cans in and he came close to meltdown.

I think I might have the most boring job around, at least lately. I’ve been converting Word files to HTML files and uploading them to forms. Occasionally I get excited about a file I’ve completed, mostly because I used a new style on it, but usually it is beyond tedious.

Today I got 10 files that needed to be done asap. I mistakenly said they could be done in two days. I think they expect them tomorrow COB. I’m not sure that is possible because I have some other things I need to do, but we will see.

Simple toys from my childhood

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I imported some blogger entries into this blog – but they will show up much earlier than this – my journals now reside here as well as blogger. I’d like to incorporate into this blog all of my blog posts someday, but not today.

A couple of days ago I mentioned my favorite playthings as a kid. Three I recall more or less vividly are my mom’s oil paint containers, spark plugs my dad brought home from work and a portable hi-fi.

I suppose it was the colors of the paint containers that made me notice them. These were not the tubes you see today, but small glass or see-through plastic vials with brightly colored paint inside. I’d divide them into the girls (pink, yellow, red, white) and boys (blue, green, brown, black) and play school. I think the teacher would be a larger vial. I could entertain myself for hours using these small paint containers.

My dad was a car mechanic when I was very young and he would sometimes bring me spark plugs. I don’t know why, but he did. And I liked it. They have a distinct shape, almost human-like. They also have ceramic and metal – both shiny when they are new. I don’t know if the spark plugs he’d bring me were new or not, but I liked to play with them.

Also related to playthings from my dad were the goodie-bags he’d bring me that Firestone sent to his garage. Probably promotional materials – what we call swag these days, I suppose, they usually contained a bright yellow inner tube with Firestone in red and black letters around the circle. I think they also contained a spark plug. Sometimes he would bring home an Christmas music LP from Firestone. I found a couple of them when I visited my mom so I brought them back home. This is the Christmas music I remember so well from my childhood.

I also remember that my dad used to make me stilts out of beer cans, rope and pebbles. He’d open and drink the beers (back before all beer cans were made from flimsy aluminum). This was also before pop-tops, so the cans would have two V shaped holes in the top. He’d put a few pebbles in the can and then loop a rope through the V shaped holes and tie it off at the hight my hands would be if I were standing on top of the cans and holding out my hands.

I’d climb on the cans, one foot on top of a can and walk around the house six inches taller. The pebbles would make a rattling sound when I walked. This site has the idea, but a bradawl was not needed when a can opener was handy.

So in this day and age when our kids have far too many toys, it’s nice to think back to the days when a few household items could entertain a child.