Things have changed a lot since I was a kid whiling away the hours of summer vacation. Take, for instance, my son's artwork above. Still the bright sun and rainbow, still the green mountains we all love...but that's not a Magic Marker drawing. It's from my Paint program on the computer. Who would have thought that kids would be drawing on computers just a couple-three decades after I was banging on a manual typewriter?
Not to worry, I don't give up my computer easily. Thus, the children must still express their creativity through the time-tested methods of Crayola, sticks, or mud. With the semi-drought conditions our little corner of Eden is experiencing, there is plenty of dirt to go around for stick drawings, maps of forbidden lands, or just throwing at each other until they are both browner from dirt than from the sun.
I'm just thankful that classes are behind me and I've had the chance to decompress a bit. It always takes a week or more to slip into the hourless routines that make up vacation time, but we've finally reached that enviable point when sunshine sets the day and time loses its meaning. Except for meal times, which seem to be announced with astonishing regularity. Like right now. Amazing how the kids find a way to drag me back to reality for a bit.
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Nice to see you here...kids do have a way of bringing us crashing backto earth. Hope you have a happy 4th!
We were JUST talking about this last night. One of my friends said her daughter was asking what we did before cell phones...how did we call people?? I never thought I would hear that question! But then I guess if I hadn't been around for the invention of the microwave, I might wonder how people warmed up food before the microwave. It's truly astonishing how far we've come in such a short period of time! But I also think Crayola should get its fair share of love. ;) I hope you zappped some chicken nuggets in the microwave and went back your hourless, routineless day. It's a simple pleasure that we don't get nearly enough of!
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