Sometimes they surprise you.
There you are, just bein' busy doin' your stuff... not asking any questions, not trying to spark anything, not strewing or even thinking about it at the moment-- and off they go.
Talking and lecturing about mythology. Researching interesting and new things. Researching cats. Lecturing you about sphinxes. (I didn't even know there was such a thing-- the only ones I know are in Giza.) Coming to you and saying, "Here, clip this side of my mask on for me, won't you?" When you had no idea anyone was making a mask in the first place. "Wait. How did you make this? Where did this idea come from?", you think.
Grammy came by to issue invitations for a sleepover. She in turn was invited to go to the garden store with us... we needed more strawberries.
On the way Grammy was given a lecture on Walt Disney's first creation that was stolen and credited to another man, and his subsequent creation of Micky Mouse.
We found our strawberries. Picked up some swiss chard, even though we have some seeds started.
Maddie chose her seeds,
and Trev picked up his seed potatoes.
We unexpectedly (but naturally) went to lunch after our garden store adventures.
And Mama was introduced to Line Rider... a "really fun game that's pretty hilarious...", and "I found it by doing searches for 'drawing games'".
At home we researched growing potatoes in the garden.
Maddie is specifically growing Gourds and Morning Glory vines,
Trev Red Potatoes, Yukon Golds and corn.
Toy Story 3 was found on Netflix.
Line Rider was played.
Then there was Maddie, telling me she needed to find the pbs website in Spanish so she can learn the language better. And can I help?
The rope was swung upon,
the tree swing, too
and prehistoric scenes were created.
There was hot cocoa had with mountains of whipped cream
and plenty of chases and screeches...
among wanting to know how big chihuahua puppies are when they're born. And then her saying, "Hey, let's look it up."
I find it really wonderful that to the question "what did you do, today?" one can answer "nothing, really..."...
and mean; "nothing out of the ordinary."
and "nothing much."
And while that it is true that it was nothing extraordinary,
in this magnificent life
could hardly be called "Nothing", could it?