A No Go

I am trying to figure out whether I should brief Zoe on the current credit crunch crisis. She is almost ten, she probably would be quite interested, she actually might have figured out that something is in the bush already, and so far she has taken any crisis, including my daily one’s, with untrammeled equanimity.

We could, for instance, run a little homeschooling project on “How not to be greedy and mess things up for everyone,” but then, we already did that with the Kyoto Protocol, land development in the Americas (just to name one continent), and a couple of World Wars.

But somehow I think she got the point already. Knowing her, she probably would look at me with that ‘Okay-what’s-your-point-mom’ look that would bring home HER point: Don’t be so bloody (yes, we are acclimatizing quite well) redundant, mom!

Learning never ought to be boring!

Vicarious Bliss

It wasn’t a real vacation mostly because once again Matt had to leave us in the midst of it to go save the world...swoooshhhh!!!

But it all was good in the end anyway because the kids were happy. They just love to hang out on the beach and visit Fred and Yia Yia on the island.

In my last year before the big four-oh, I have come to realize that my happiness is most reliably guaranteed when my children are in a chippy mood.

As pathetic as it may sound, living vicariously through them has become a very convenient alternative to hunting down on my own that ephemeral state of bliss.

It’s pathetic, it’s lazy, but it works. So yippiiieee !!!