For my own personal edification, and to make myself a little more marketable as a software technical writer, I’m starting to play around with learning a little bit of Python.
This comes very unnaturally to me, but I always tell Benji that doing things we find hard makes us grow. I guess I’ll take a dose of my own medicine and try growing a bit.
Even moms with cell phone cameras occasionally take art pictures. Here are a few. I love Fort Casey for its cool derelict-industrial photo ops.
Well, that keenly anticipated day has come and gone, much to the relief of some of those in our household. Others of us simply focus on the opportunity to play with lots of new toys unfettered by demands such as school.
Some Christmas week highlights included…
Singing happy birthday to Jesus and then enjoying special Happy Birthday, Jesus! Birthday Cake on Christmas Eve. This is possibly my favorite family Christmas tradition.
We spent a portion of Christmas Day hanging out at my in-laws’ house. After Benji opened his presents, we played with his new Legos (a really handy set of a variety of multi-colored pieces, perfect for building whatever you want) and pretended to be elements. My in-laws gave Benji a cool lift-the-flap Periodic Table book that will keep the flames of his chemistry passion fanned for some time.
TL;DR: Jogging on a treadmill, both legs worked perfectly. I ran at a pace and exertion level I couldn’t have achieved before surgery. Thrilled.
When kids think about growing up, they invariably think of all the wonderful freedoms:
Kids rarely think think of — indeed, are probably hardly aware of — the gazillion tedious and often onerous activities adults engage in to just maintain the status quo. I think that’s part of what makes childhood so magical. Kids, at least most kids, don’t worry about stuff like exercising to maintain bone density and heart health.
Friday marked the darkest day in recorded Seattle history, a very dubious honor indeed. Maybe that inspired me to suggest we do a fire pit when it finally stopped raining.
Shortly after we got the fire lit, it started drizzling again. Undaunted, we pulled out umbrellas. We nursed the fire long enough to make s’mores for Benji, and not long after we decided we’d milked that for all the fun we could get. On the bright side, we didn’t worry at all about the fire getting out of control.
Dad and I went for a hike despite steady rain. I have to say, after 48 hours of almost four inches of rain, I’ve never seen so much mud on trails or water flowing through creeks.
