thought-provoking...

So this very clever colleague of my husband THINKS about things. Introspection is a good thing, even more so when it's turned upon the everyday and mundane...like facebook and privacy.

Being part of the generation that not only wants everyone to watch them (look at me! I'm so awesome! ME! ME! MEEEEEE!) but thinks everyone IS watching them and CARES to some degree about what we do in our tiny, mundane hours, we are fine with this 'faceless' crowd of people who check out all our stuff.

We'd actually be horrified if they weren't interested in our minutiae.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T WANT TO VENERATE MY BELLYBUTTON LINT???!

I agree completely. It's a little weird knowing how much people can know about you...but can't that also be incentive to live a "good" life (for your given value/definition of "good")?

Clearly this is my own pure, blameless and entirely selfless motivation. Hmmmm.

Week 1 of term has been mostly good. Thursday (being my surrogate mummy day) was challenging and happy-making. It's joyful to see new faces coming to Little Stars (and some oldies returning). It's exciting to see O progress and test his limits (because every day there are new abilities, and therefore new ceilings to hit). I'm grateful for the parenting apprenticeship.

Our house is now home to a Death Star (O, Lego, why do you invent such COOL stuff that our existence would be meaningless without?) and QLD Nanna's ESP must be working because Australia Post brought me a parcel of goodies yesterday too. The new pekingese is called Tickle. I think it's an improvement on Choongy II (Yes, there was a Choongy I... and before that, Boots.)
I'm feeling more normal by the minute.

Actually, scrap that. Our house is ALSO home to a hole in the back deck. Yes, we knew it needed replacing. Yes, we've budgeted to replace it. I just didn't expect to fall through it first. It all happened..... when A. rolled into my driveway and ended her phonecall with "I'm in your driveway."
Why, so you are, I thought, and because any reasonably intelligent person would, at this point, open the front door and wave to the other half of their brain idling in the driveway, I INSTEAD went out the back door to wave in an entertaining fashion from the back decking.
This involved a little enthusiastic jumping up and down while waving...which was when my left foot suddenly discovered more space UNDER the decking. My leg is very sore now. And, (to add insult to injury) my fat ballet calves broke the board NEXT to the weak one.
Did I mention my leg's black now? NOT terribly happy. Teaching ballet with a leg that hurts every time you take a step is really not very fun.

Lesson: Do not fall through decking.