Games We Play (and Updates)
I have my son fully equipped with a Playstation 2 and Xbox. He adores them. I have to limit his time on them or he'd play night and day. I've been told it's unhealthy, but I don't agree. He also reads avidly, and interracts pretty well with others. He is relatively athletic, and is taking karate. So, I don't have problems with his choice of recreation.
Now, I'm going to admit that I am still a kid. It's marvellous to have kids so that you can do kid-stuff without looking apologetically at all the stuffy adults around you. So we have lots of fun and laugh at the boring grownups and live our lives to the fullest while they are worried about how to cook the chicken for dinner. When I have to, I'm an adult. After all, someone has to clean the toilets occasionally. Life is large, and Martha Stewart isn't coming for a home inspection.
But when I try to explain to my son that I lived before there were computer games, Gameboy, and Playstation, he has a hard time comprehending it. When I was a kid, I could play for days on end with my best friend and never watch TV and never get bored. We had tons of plastic animals and made up elaborate storylines for them, full of kingdoms and adventures, and then acted them all out. We wrote stories, we drew, we played hopscotch, we climbed trees, we caught tadpoles, we played hide and seek in the neighborhoods (you can't let your kids do that here any more), we rode our bikes, went swimming, played with our animals, and beat up boys. We loved our weekends.
What did you do as a kid on the weekends back in those primitive days of yore?
Pie: I will get up some pictures of Pie very soon. But yesterday, when I had scheduled the modelling session, she had taken off.
I hunted high and low for her, and came to the conclusion that she had somehow got into the linen closet and gone through the little emergency door (there was a tiny crack where it wasn't all nailed down) and was curled up somewhere under the bathtub. I tried not to be frantic but when my friend Michelle called, she understood my worries despite the fact that she thinks I'm loony for having a baby possum. ;o)
I left out some yummy banana baby food for her, and found her peacefully curled up in her towel this morning. I guess she doesn't like 'roughing it.' I will try to get pics later today.
Ozma: Ozma's family still hasn't told her. They are reasoning that he slipped out of consciousness days ago, and there is no sense telling her until he's good and dead because there's nothing she could do anyway. I am not sure they're right, but am honoring the family's wishes. Ozma kept herself busy with housework yesterday and sounded very cheerful. She's an adorable person, someone anyone would treasure as a friend, and she's incredibly loyal. Everyone is tremendously fond of her, which is why we are all so worried.
I should add that her daughter (Jodi) is a very tough tomboy with a soft heart. She's 18 and I really like and respect this kid. When she was young (and was molested by this jerk) she did tell Ozma and Ozma's mom about it. But it was a time when they were all at odds, and Ozma and her mom thought that Jodi was just trying to make things worse. After that, Jodi clammed up and didn't speak of it to another soul until she told me about it when she turned 18. So don't be too quick in condemning Ozma for her disbelief. On the other hand, if I even suspected someone had molested my child, he would be missing his nuts.