To start, there is something unique about today's date that will not occur again for roughly 2551 days. Give it thought and I am sure you can figure it out.
In blog reading one comes across the same couple of things every time. Politics, family, general complaining and events. Today I will discuss family.
It is common in every parent's reference to their children to point out how smart the offspring are. This is so because to not think that your child is smart is a tacit admission of abject failure in educating your child. A parent that says their child is less than brilliant is one acknowledging that they themselves are not the sharpest tool and that they have let society down by bringing into it a member on the left side of the bell curve that will eventually tax and drain the resources of that society. That is about as irrational as having IVF when you already have a bunch of kids. But I digress. I will dispense with trying to persuade you that my elder child is the smartest thing in the world and that he can do this or that better than any other almost 5 year old out there. I will let you know that he is pecular.
If you have followed along with the posts in the past you are aware that there are many projects going on around the house. In playing the home version you may have also noticed that the child reffered to as Pickle came about her name in two ways, one of which being that she gets herself into trouble, a pickle, quite often. It is her desire to search out trouble that has resulted in the kid's bathroom door always being shut. Since it is a ridiculously large bathroom, tools and equipment get stored in there when not in use. It is just convenient as it is in the middle of the house. When we first started stashing the compressor and R2D2, the shop-vac, in there, Ranger would not go in there to poop. This was hard for me because I really don't like irrational behavior and this was hugely so. We had arguments and discussions and both of us would have to go to time out to think about why the compressor was such a problem.
So, we have reached a point where, at least for the short term, the compessor is not needed. Thus it will move back to the garage. This coincides with guests coming over for dinner this weekend. At dinner last night we were discussing when the compressor would be moving out of the bathroom, and in my smart ass way I asked " what, guests don't like pooping with equipment in the bathroom?" I admit this was a dig at Ranger as I am still smarting from him not admitting that it is irrational to be scared of an inanimate object that is not on and not plugged in. So in reply I get a story about how the problem was the compressor would get up and walk around while he was in there on the commode. But that it is all better now because he, being the newly personified compressor, just sits there and reads quietly without disturbing anyone. This was all said with a bit of indignation. As if I should have aksed the compressor to sit still in the first place. I sat mouth agape wondering what it must be like to be almost 5 again.
Maybe next week we can discuss bug dozer or mister bug and the stuff they do around here. Until then I am off to get a new book for the compressor.
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