Enemies and Anemones

Dear Reade,

This morning The Boy was talking about interrelationships between different creatures as he's learned them from Apple-O (Sir David Attenborough). The conversation today centred around a crab and a sea anemone that work together.

"An octopus wants to eat the crab. So the crab loosens the predator from the ground and lifts it on to his back (here there is a motioning of how it happens). Then the predator stings the octopus if it comes near."

For a moment I was baffled. Then I remembered the anemone (which to our boy's ears must sound like enemy) and we were able to carry on the conversation. I am amazed by the human brain and its ability to play in the realm of language. I am in love with the fact that our boy has enemy and predator as synonyms in his brain when he's talking about the animal world.

Love, Jenn

Late getting home

Dear Jenn.

So I'm a bit later than you expected but since I came at 10 and had lunch I should have left at 4. I lost track of a bit of time and now it's after 4 and I'm waiting for the bus.

I did try to eat at my desk but I was clumsy or something today so I kept spilling. I decided to take a break for lunch and it was just Linda and me in the office so I spent lunch with her in the training room. Ah well.

I'm not sure what times i'll go to work next week maybe Tuesday and Wednesday so I'm done sooner in the week. There's something happening at work on Wednesday anyway that I should go to. MLT is coming in to discuss "Issues of Incorporation" with us. Could be quite useful.



I took a brand new bus this morning. It had that "new bus smell" of plastic and glue out gassing. I think my IQ dropped a few points while trapped in there. However, it did look quite tidy and new and it has a cupboard or something about 2 meters behind the drivers seat. I sat in the single seat between them. I can't figure out what the closet thing could be for.



Well I'm at Golden Mile so i'll have to stop for now.

Reade.

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Decaf?

Dear Reade,

I went out with a friend this evening. Ordered what I thought was a decaf mocha.

I am pretty sure that it wasn't.

Ask me how I know?

Okay don't. That's rather silly isn't it.

I do not think I am going to be happy when morning happens again.

Love, Jenn

At Dairy Queen

We've just arrived in the drive through line. Boyo says, "You're not talking to the informater. You need to talk to the informator.

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Waiting and working

Dear Jenn,

Well, predictably, the only people at the group meeting were the two that have a life outside of school. So we did the little we could do and went our separate ways.

Now I'm looking at my other group project and my partner has done a tonne of work already and I've done essentially nothing. She keeps updating it too. I'm still trying to figure it out.

Love Reade

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Summertime

Dear Reade (or Read given your last post),

It's a beautiful summer evening. The temperature is cooling and I'm thinking about the day we have just been through. Sleeping late (hooray!). Blueberry pancakes (yummy). Church (good to be back). Lunch. Naps and craziness with the kids while you did homework. Playing in the water. Planting flowers. Snack-y supper. Family movie night. The eternal bedtime of overtired children.

Overall, we've had a weekend of balance. I feel good about the work we've accomplished, the ways that we have lived in thankfulness and the rest which we have taken. Thanks for the many ways that you have worked hard on family stuff and given yourself to your school work too.

Love to you,
Jennifer (of Jnnifer if you prefer)

Studying for mid-terms

Dear Jenn,

So here I am @ the Lazy Owl studying. I'm very tense, as you know. You're very understanding considering how unpleasant I am when I'm stressed. Of course, expecting the little ones to be understanding or to understand is ridiculous. I just hope they find a good counselor when they grow up.

Sometimes I despair of the kind of father I am. It's not that I don't love my kids desperately but that I'm pretty self absorbed. Ni is a great kid that obviously idolizes me but he makes me so angry sometimes. I don't want to squelch his enthusiasms aside from those that involve giving his sister beatings. However, I don't understand what he's on about so often. I'm afraid he's inherited my inability to make myself clear.

Sometimes I fear I have all of my dad's worst foibles and none of his great qualities. I look more and more like him every day so maybe I come by it honestly.

Well I should get back to studying.

Love Read

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