Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Numbers on My Mind

*Yesterday I just realized that I currently live 1, 171 miles away from where I was raised.

*I haven't lived in my childhood state in over 11 years.

*During the last 18 years I have moved more times than I can accurately count but I think it's around 32 times or so by now. Some were big moves, some were small, some where temporary stays, but if it required me to pack boxes, I count it as a move.

*One day I'd like to sit down, list all of the addresses of the places I've lived, and then add up the total distance from those place in comparison to the address of where I first lived and then moved from. Overall I think it would be fun to add up the total miles I've covered over my years of moving.

*I predict that aside from an interesting number-probably higher than I realize-I would learn that no matter how many times I've moved, or where I've lived, where ever I go, there I am.

It's both a comforting and confounding thought.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Hello, Internet!

It's been a long time since I've last written. A heartfelt apology to the precious few readers that I actually did have. Sorry for leaving you so abruptly back in mid-March! My how time flies in the non-Internet world. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how busy, obtrusive and disruptive non-Internet life can be. Damn "real life!" Any who, enough of my sorry excuses.

Today I just wanted to jump back in and share the following little tidbit from my experience yesterday while chaperoning for The Kid's class field trip to the cities big-downtown-performing arts center. Let me set the scene:

The kids, teachers and myself loaded up on a bus at 10:30 a.m. There were 28 kids, 3 teachers and 2 chaperons, including myself. However, one chaperon was only invested in watching her granddaughter. All other kids seemed to be invisible to her. So that just left me as the lone chaperon. We arrived at the destination at about 10:45 a.m. We sat outside trying to keep the kids from sticking their entire bodies in an outdoor fountain. We taught them how to play charades. We sat in the hot sun for about 30 minutes, waiting. We finally entered the theatre but they still had to wait. By the time the lights went down, it was 11:45 p.m. and a pre-show--not the main show--finally began. Within the first 30 seconds of the beginning of the pre-show The Kid leaned over to me and said:

"Is this the show?! Why is it NOT cool?"

And I was thinking, good question, I was just wondering the same thing.