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Brain freeze
For some reason it has been awfully hard to write lately. There's no particular reason that I can think of, it's just...hard. My brain freezes up whenever I try to get into writing mode. Which is why I've been pretty awful about responding to comments, lately. And I haven't been commenting on journals much, either.
I'm really sorry about that.
Anyway, this is another attempt to break the logjam by writing a catch-up entry.
Today was a long "Daddy & Me" day. Teri was doing a yard sale at her mother's house, and she was selling a bunch of Sebastian's old toys; it was my job to take Sebastian away and entertain him for the day, so he wouldn't get sad.
Not to mention me. Taking away a child's toys is something that gets to me, big time. This may sound silly, but when I was quite young (perhaps four or five) I had to give one of my toys to a visitor to our house; my heart must have really broken, because I have never forgotten it and can still see that stupid toy in my mind with almost no effort. And it kills me to think of Sebastian having to give up his toys.
Anyway. It was a beautiful, sunny morning. Before we started out, I took a picture of Sebastian sitting on our porch, our giant just-about-to-bloom lilac bush behind him:
We drove Teri over to her mother's house, and she asked me to help bring out some of the items they were going to sell. I did, of course, and less than ten minutes after we set up there were people stopping and looking things over.
No point in making this longer than it has to be; Sebastian saw some of his giant-size Lego blocks, burst into tears, and ran into the back porch, sobbing. I followed him, and you can imagine how I felt to see huge tears trickling down his cheeks. So I got him out of there.
First we went and looked at the burned-out mill building from last Saturday; it was Sebastian's idea. I'm only 99% certain that the one we looked at was the actual building. Somehow it feels as if it should still have been smoking.
Then we picked up breakfast for the two of us, and went home. I broke my own "No TV" resolution, and let him watch The Yellow Submarine on DVD; he was SO sad. Then I took him down to Roger William's park in Providence.
We walked across the Japanese garden and saw a turtle and a few fish in the water. Moving on, we passed the carousel; Sebastian wasn't interested in it, so we went to the playground.
The playground was apparently set up by Hasbro, or something, so here's a photo of Sebastian next to Mr. Potato Head.
We played, he refused to touch a lizard that a woman had in the playground (I touched its tail; it was dry and firm, pretty much like a stick). he refused to go on the pony rides, and he played a lot. Then we went for a ride on the swan boats.
These were quite different from the ones in Boston; you pedal them yourself. Ours tilted a lot, since I'm so much heavier than Sebastian. But we took our tour of the pond and came back. Some more playing at the playground, some cold water and cotton candy, and we headed for home - or rather, for the yard sale.
Up till that point the weather had been absolutely perfect, but as we were leaving the park I'd spotted dark rain clouds moving in fast. By the time we got back to Woonsocket, it was drizzling. Teri and her mother were still selling (the toy that had made Sebastian cry was gone, but fortunately he either didn't notice or didn't care any more), so Sebastian and I went inside. He ate 24 slices of kielbasa, two ears of corn, and by then Teri and her mother had joined us.
We hung around for a while, then headed for home. After a while we headed over to Wright's Chicken Farm for dinner. There were an incredible number of people there, so Teri was ready to leave right away, but I pointed out that it would be a mistake to make a snap judgement without actually checking on the wait time. So I ran in, and they told me it would be half an hour; much better than I'd expected, and if we went elsewhere, it would be at least a half an hour anyway.
I took a number, ran out and grabbed Teri and Sebastian, and we headed back in. We shopped in the gift store...and I was amazed, because our number was called in less than ten minutes.
We had the usual excellent dinner, and on the way to the car saw a startling sunset. I don't know if the photo is clear enough, but there was the oddest red glow where the sun had just gone down; none of us had ever seen anything like it.
Went home, settled in, and now Teri and Sebastian are sound asleep. All in all, a pretty good day.
I'm really sorry about that.
Anyway, this is another attempt to break the logjam by writing a catch-up entry.
Today was a long "Daddy & Me" day. Teri was doing a yard sale at her mother's house, and she was selling a bunch of Sebastian's old toys; it was my job to take Sebastian away and entertain him for the day, so he wouldn't get sad.
Not to mention me. Taking away a child's toys is something that gets to me, big time. This may sound silly, but when I was quite young (perhaps four or five) I had to give one of my toys to a visitor to our house; my heart must have really broken, because I have never forgotten it and can still see that stupid toy in my mind with almost no effort. And it kills me to think of Sebastian having to give up his toys.
Anyway. It was a beautiful, sunny morning. Before we started out, I took a picture of Sebastian sitting on our porch, our giant just-about-to-bloom lilac bush behind him:
We drove Teri over to her mother's house, and she asked me to help bring out some of the items they were going to sell. I did, of course, and less than ten minutes after we set up there were people stopping and looking things over.
No point in making this longer than it has to be; Sebastian saw some of his giant-size Lego blocks, burst into tears, and ran into the back porch, sobbing. I followed him, and you can imagine how I felt to see huge tears trickling down his cheeks. So I got him out of there.
First we went and looked at the burned-out mill building from last Saturday; it was Sebastian's idea. I'm only 99% certain that the one we looked at was the actual building. Somehow it feels as if it should still have been smoking.
Then we picked up breakfast for the two of us, and went home. I broke my own "No TV" resolution, and let him watch The Yellow Submarine on DVD; he was SO sad. Then I took him down to Roger William's park in Providence.
We walked across the Japanese garden and saw a turtle and a few fish in the water. Moving on, we passed the carousel; Sebastian wasn't interested in it, so we went to the playground.
The playground was apparently set up by Hasbro, or something, so here's a photo of Sebastian next to Mr. Potato Head.
We played, he refused to touch a lizard that a woman had in the playground (I touched its tail; it was dry and firm, pretty much like a stick). he refused to go on the pony rides, and he played a lot. Then we went for a ride on the swan boats.
These were quite different from the ones in Boston; you pedal them yourself. Ours tilted a lot, since I'm so much heavier than Sebastian. But we took our tour of the pond and came back. Some more playing at the playground, some cold water and cotton candy, and we headed for home - or rather, for the yard sale.
Up till that point the weather had been absolutely perfect, but as we were leaving the park I'd spotted dark rain clouds moving in fast. By the time we got back to Woonsocket, it was drizzling. Teri and her mother were still selling (the toy that had made Sebastian cry was gone, but fortunately he either didn't notice or didn't care any more), so Sebastian and I went inside. He ate 24 slices of kielbasa, two ears of corn, and by then Teri and her mother had joined us.
We hung around for a while, then headed for home. After a while we headed over to Wright's Chicken Farm for dinner. There were an incredible number of people there, so Teri was ready to leave right away, but I pointed out that it would be a mistake to make a snap judgement without actually checking on the wait time. So I ran in, and they told me it would be half an hour; much better than I'd expected, and if we went elsewhere, it would be at least a half an hour anyway.
I took a number, ran out and grabbed Teri and Sebastian, and we headed back in. We shopped in the gift store...and I was amazed, because our number was called in less than ten minutes.
We had the usual excellent dinner, and on the way to the car saw a startling sunset. I don't know if the photo is clear enough, but there was the oddest red glow where the sun had just gone down; none of us had ever seen anything like it.
Went home, settled in, and now Teri and Sebastian are sound asleep. All in all, a pretty good day.