Hornblower also learned (thankfully it's all google knowledge, as opposed to the kind that's gained through harsh experience) that it's hard to find genuine designer scarves on e-bay and that the counterfeiting of designer items has been linked to financing terrorist activities. Sheesh. OK, I'll knit my own cashmere scarf (though I'm not up to making a faux Burberry plaid) but what about the Hermes silk?
On the 6th day of Christmas, Hornblower puttered around the house, sorting through the bag of Christmas garbage. Does everybody do this or is it just me? Do you obsess that some toy has been accidentally mixed in with the discarded wrapper? In my home, all the refuse and wrapping (and the cunningly designed restraints which attach toys to their boxes) all get carefully placed in a big bag where they live for a couple days until I get the energy to sort all through the garbage again. Just to make sure. Cause you know, those silk scarves fold up small and I might have missed it under the tree.......
It was a depressingly grey day, and even gluttony had lost its appeal. You know things are bad around here when I walk by a box of Purdy's caramels without a glance.
Luckily www.zip.ca came to our rescue.
Here's Hugo getting sweaty, shirt open.
Here's what we were watching.
Recognize him, there in the background on the computer screen (because my DVD player hasn't come yet - online boxing day sale, which means it will be delivered sometime in April)?
Amelia stopped dancing for a bit to point out that 'Hugo looks like that drummer'. Hopefully they're not real soul mates because things didn't go so well for the drummer boy.
Yeah, that's Dennis Wilson and we had the DVD of the Beach Boys' last concert together, at Knebworth in England, in 1980. Nothing beats the blues like blasting the Beach Boys at top volume, and dancing until you drop.
But then I got googling again. One piece of advice - don't. If you don't remember/know all the sordid details about the Beach Boys, if you've forgotten what happened to Denny, if you only vaguely remember that one of them was really sick for a while ..... just let that be. Enjoy the moment, dance around like crazy people & sing along. Sometimes it's better not to know.
So that's my homeschooling wisdom for the upcoming year - know what's worth knowing, but also remember to just dance.
Oh yes, one more thing. But only if you're of the age of majority. Those of you who are not, go get your mother, leave the room, let her read the rest of the post, & let her decide whether you can see the rest.
OK?
Done that?
Yes, I can tell. Go do it.
OK.
Learn from mistakes, not only your own, but others'.
Mike Love didn't just have a camel toe. He had a camel toe with a bunion. It's a good thing the bubonic plague wasn't going around in 1980 because I'm sure he would have been hauled away with a swollen lymph carbuncle.
So to sum up.
No camel toes.
Dance.
Don't obsess too much.
Happy New Year.
1 comment:
Isn't Zip great? They have the most wonderful stuff - that we'd never find at our local video stores. Glad you had some good music to make up for the gloomy day. Happy new year!
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