caerula's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- speak softly and ...? You know those moments when you realize you�ve become your parents? I�ve had several of those this week. Except that my mom never had to deal with boys and their unique logic. YMB has discovered a group of kids in the neighborhood who play street hockey. He�s been out pretty much every night this week that I will let him with these guys. He was mad at me Tuesday night because I wouldn�t let him play in the street after dark. So Thursday he came in around 6 all pissy, flinging his stick and helmet down and stomping around.
�What�s up?�
Now I know the next bit will make absolutely no sense to a nine-year-old boy, but I feel it�s my parental duty to say it anyway. �Look, YMB, you know that any kind of violence directed at another person is not acceptable, right?� Sullen nod. �When you�re playing sports, you need to understand that the other guy isn't usually trying to hurt you personally. It might be an accident. But if you feel like someone is attacking you, you need to walk away from the situation.� YMB and Blue had a nice long talk. Blue played high school football, and has played on several local hockey leagues. So I�m guessing he had some more manly and sportsmanlike wisdom to offer. Me, I�m thinking �don�t play games with big sticks� is pretty good advice. Saw a really decent college production of �Lend Me a Tenor� tonight; Minnie was the stage manager, so Mom and I were kind of obligated to show our support. Every male part was played with great aplomb; however the two main female parts seem to have been cast more for how they looked in their underwear than any actual acting ability. The guys acted rings around the girls in this one. Still, I laughed, and both �tenors� were great with the physical comedy bits, so that definitely made it watchable. I�m hanging out with Minnie in the afternoon tomorrow, so I�m sure I�ll get all the backstage gossip, and that�s always entertaining. My family is still insane, in case any of you were wondering. People are annoying purely for the sake of annoying other people; people are stupid; people don�t communicate and get pissy and act like 5-year-olds. And do stupid things like quit their jobs so that they�ll have more time to concentrate on getting their pilot�s license. Really. The actual kindergartners in the family are more mature. The point I�m at now is pretty much that I wish them the best. Because I don�t feel any connection anymore with what half of these people are doing. But somehow Mom and I always end up dishing the dirt on Dad�s side of the family when we are together, and I end up knowing more than I really want to know. Sigh. 12:26 a.m. - April 06, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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