if you're bored it's your own fault.
last night we had a great thunderstorm. paul and i lay in bed facing the big picture window and watched it. ("ooh! that was a good one.") there were a few fireflies who'd braved the storm, and they blinked very brightly, very frequently, as if they were on urgent firefly business.
we also played a game. it seemed to have to do with geography and classification. like:
straits. formosa, bering, hormuz...
canals. panama, erie, suez...
countries whose names have changed. thailand, liberia, bangladesh...
vehicles of exploration. kon-tiki, golden hind, endurance...
i could do this for days. i never understand it when people tell me they're bored. how can that be when there's a universe full of palindromes and first lines of poems and rhyming couplets and song lyrics and interesting license plates and anagrams and...?
Comments
Right on! You did inherit that directly from your grandma, by the way. On our trip (575 miles yesterday alone, with Tom only mentioning a couple of times, "I'm bode.") we played the alphabet game and got all 26 letters while sitting in a combo Taco Bell/ KFC. I'm all in favor.
Posted by: yr maw | June 30, 2003 10:48 AM
he was probably bode because you ignoed him.
Posted by: julie | June 30, 2003 01:10 PM
I thought in cars you played the car-color game. My sister kept count of every lavender/violet vehicle she saw over a period of several month. I think she got up to 3.
Posted by: paul | July 1, 2003 05:37 PM