Some who read this will think I am silly; some (i.e. my hubby) will think I'm odd. Others (I can think of at least 3 of you) will understand fully what I am about to type.
It is Saturday afternoon, 3 days until Christmas. I don't have to tell you what the past month has been like; you've all had the same retail-crazed, sugar-spiked weeks.
Instead, I'll describe my morning. I took the girls to a birthday party at our local Children's Museum. A very small KidiMu, with a very large number of children.
And they started with a "Toy Presentation," in which a man displayed a bzillion whistles from all over the world. Fascinating.
Then he GAVE small, high-pitched whistles to the very large number of children in the very small KidiMu.
Naturally, the kids all placed the whistles in their pockets, because obviously it wouldn't be appropriate to blow them inside a building.
Ha.
Now, granted, you don't go to a Children's Museum expecting a peaceful experience. But this defied reason. I'm tempted to sue some of those kids for hearing loss and emotional aggravation.
It is Saturday afternoon, 3 days until Christmas. I don't have to tell you what the past month has been like; you've all had the same retail-crazed, sugar-spiked weeks.
Instead, I'll describe my morning. I took the girls to a birthday party at our local Children's Museum. A very small KidiMu, with a very large number of children.
And they started with a "Toy Presentation," in which a man displayed a bzillion whistles from all over the world. Fascinating.
Then he GAVE small, high-pitched whistles to the very large number of children in the very small KidiMu.
Naturally, the kids all placed the whistles in their pockets, because obviously it wouldn't be appropriate to blow them inside a building.
Ha.
Now, granted, you don't go to a Children's Museum expecting a peaceful experience. But this defied reason. I'm tempted to sue some of those kids for hearing loss and emotional aggravation.
I spent 2 hours at that birthday party, then another 2 hours running last minute pre-Christmas errands for Nathan.
So, back to "One of life's little pleasures." I am now sitting at the library. No kids, no whistles, no cash registers or clangy shopping carts.
It is quiet. And still.
And as soon as I click "publish" I am going to go sit in a chair, maybe flip through a book on vegetable gardening or Far Side cartoons.
Or maybe I'll just sit and listen to the hum of the incandescent lights. It's so quiet here, I can actually hear them.
Ahhhhh . . . sweet pleasures.
5 comments:
There is much to be said for "peace and quiet".
Hiding at the library---I'm with ya!
As I just posted on my own blog, Christmas is my favorite day of the year, because it is one day when it is so quiet in our house that you really can hear a pin drop! I spent much of the afternoon in a big chair in the front room, alternating between dozing and reading Aristophanes (not the first thing that comes to mind when you think of Christmas, but "festive" in its own way). It was bliss....
Curmudgeoness - Some may wonder if the dozing and reading of Aristophanes weren't intimately connected. :-)
Apparently, my dear, you have not read Aristophanes. ;-D There is nothing soporific about his work -- quite the opposite, really. I will warn you in advance, it is most definitely R-rated.
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