I was going to do a bit of follow up on the whole Carthage burning burning thing, but that will have to wait. When it comes, it will also include some thoughts on Dawn Eden's book "The Thrill of the Chaste", which I finished a day or two ago. The two dovetail nicely, perhaps intentionally so on Eden's part.
But in the midst of all this there was an event at the kindergarden last evening. It was a sort of Dads (or special friend) & kids evening, which involved getting together with other dads and our kindergarden aged children & sitting around making crafts, singing songs, and building some sort of bird feeder thingies. You can tell the novice dads because they brought hammers, and no needle nosed pliers. We experienced dads brought needle nosed pliers, in order to hold the nails at a safe distance while a kindergardener wails away at the nail with all her might. The experienced dads can use their fingers today. The inexperienced dads have no bone structure left in their digits.
In anticipation of the evening, as SJ & I loaded our backpack for the stuff we would need, we emptied mine of things we would not need for the evening. Things like books.
"I put your books away, daddy."
"Thanks, SJ. Do you remember where you put them?"
"No. Don't you remember where I put them?"
we are making (or at least some of us are) making bird houses during task group at the hospital, there is something v. zen about kindergarden crafts. hope to see you this weekend.
Posted by: anthony | March 02, 2007 at 04:41 PM
I hope to swing by (will they let me bring my 16 oz. framing hammers?)
Posted by: joseph | March 02, 2007 at 09:49 PM