Life on the Coporeal Plane

Great Scott commented recently that I'd not been blogging very much of late. He's right, of course. Part of the reason is that there's a lot going on in my head right now, and I don't like to talk or write about things publicly until I've sorted them out in the interior. I need a lot of space that way, and I've ceased feeling guilty for taking it. The blog has been neglected of late, though, so here are a few of the things that have been happening on the coporeal plane of existence here at PossumBox Lane:

1. We spent eight dollars on corn syrup yesterday for the older daughter's science project. For those of you who have never seen an eight inch deep layer of shocking red corn syrup in a giant pickle jar, topped with an inch of styrofoam peanuts, a layer of moss, some upright eucalyptus sprigs and a couple of tiny dinosaurs, well...I pity your educational deficiency and offer my deepest condolences. Her presentation on the asthenosphere (the layer of earth directly beneath the lithosphere, in case you're wondering) is today around 2ish. She is frighteningly well-prepared. Her little sister, the owner of the dinosaurs, was anxious that the upright dinosaur's toes might be dangling through the moss into melting rock. "He could start a volcano!" was the voiced concern.

2. Because Great Scott's school was canceled for snow yesterday, he went with me to purchase the aforementioned corn syrup and other sundries at a Stuff-Mart a couple of towns away. On our way out the doors, the security alarms went off, and I was instructed by a recorded voice to, "Please pull [my] cart to the side and wait for an attendent." The offending article turned out to be the generic suphedrine (a.k.a "Pseudo-Fed" in PossumBox lingo), a quantity controlled substance here in Missouri due to our state's high rates of methamphetamine production. Evidently the package hadn't been sufficiently demagnatized at the counter when my driver's license number and signature were recorded. Maybe if they'd taken a blood sample...

I suggested to Great Scott that it might be fun next time I set off an alarm, for him to immediately make a dash for the door and see if the security people follow him. He didn't think much of this suggestion. Sometimes he displays a significantly disappointing lack of adventurousness.

3. We've been watching the Olympics. Watching the Olympics at our house is a whole sport in itself, since the younger daughter is apparently unable to view a sport without bodily acting it out. Figure skating and ice dancing become entirely new experiences with an eight-year old twizzling and triple axel-ing between you and the screen. The best solution we've found is for her to sit on my lap. Now I just have to dodge her head as she leans into the curves during the bobsledding. I should just be thankful there's no sumo wrestling or fencing this time around.

4. I have been playing with my dip pen again and remembering how much I love the physical act of writing this way. I'm currently stalking a fountain pen, so I can take it with me to do journal writing in the car while I wait for the girls to get out of school. Ah, ink!

5. Admiring the Christmas tree.

6. Considering taking the Christmas tree down.

7. Admiring the Christmas tree some more. See the pretty lights!

8. Taking my grandmother on errands, sweeping snow off her walk and helping get her house ready for the delivery of a new bed and a hardwood floor installation in one room. Spending time with her is always worth multiple missed blog entries. She is an exceptional person.

9. A friend of ours gave us a book on having tea that included a scone recipie which has proven easy enough for after-school scones and tea to become a very real option. The older daughter even traded one of her extra-special Valentine's chocolates to me for a promise to make scones for her breakfast the next morning. I think eating scones while she sits barefoot on the floor in front of her Saturday morning cartoons makes her feel civilized. :)

10. I caught a mouse. A live mouse. Then I threw it outside along with the cat (Tongue Depressor Kitty) that had brought it in and turned it loose in my dining room. She'd "prrrt"ed to call me to come and see it. I can only suppose she wanted to teach me how to put some decent food on the table.