They made up, of course, as they always do. But, as E put it, it takes some time to be friends again once you get angry. So true, my little man.
J took these words with her after Grandma & Grandpa took E on an adventure to a place called Tumblebums, where the bums are in constant tumble. J thought about the time one needs to let things settle. She then surprised herself by sitting down at the computer, intending to write, and found herself reactivating her facebook profile. Those of you reading this blog will know that J has a tempestuous relationship with facebook. Actually, it's less like a tempest and more like a tub that she keeps filling and draining. The truth of the matter is that J is prone to periods of lonely introspection and facebook, rather than make her feel like she's part of the party as Zuckerberg had intended, tends to exacerbate the feeling of being outside looking in. She knows she is not alone in feeling this. But she was surprised to feel a sense of warmth when she purused the photos of friends that had been silently waiting for her. Warmth and an overwhelming sense of love and peace. Ah, there you are. Like the muppets at the end of Labyrinth waiting in the mirror for Sara to say, I need you all.
So J and facebook are friends once again. At least for now. We'll see how it goes. The blog will continue, as will the anecdotes about E's latest antics and the Js constant marvelling that they could be so lucky as to have him in their world. And on that note, here is the latest in cuteness:
After paying for two admissions to the pool, J and E head to the changeroom. E asks his daddy, "How come you call everyone Salot?"
"Salot?" asks J, perplexed.
"Yeah, when you gave that lady the money you said 'Thanks Salot'."
I just want to comment on how AMAZING your photos are. I'm assuming that you're taking them ... Jackie, I'm very impressed. I think you're such a talented artist. This one is great, such a moment in time, and the one of Ethan at the fence, in the post below, just magic.
ReplyDeleteI'm so proud you're in the family!
Sigh. Above comment is from SUSIE, not Michael. He never signs out of any of his accounts on my computer (his is broken). Not that he doesn't concur, because he does. Or would. If he wrote. Which he doesn't.
ReplyDeleteI had been trying to remember a story that this reminded me of, and I finally did:
ReplyDeleteMick, Michael and I made endless trips between Winnipeg, and Neelin over the years, from one home to the other. Mostly I took the same route, although Mick would be more adventurous.
As we went through towns, we would name them off.
One time on our way home, we read off the town names, as usual, Baldur, Swan Lake, Altamont, Miami.
So Michael--about six--says, "Why is it YOUR ami?"
Ha ha ha ha ha ha. (It just is, that's why; it's because I said so; don't ask so many questions; well, it's not YOUR ami, either ... )