Small event
Every day is full of events. Most of the events are very small. This past week was full of large events. Large events always fill my brain full of things to talk about. But now my brain seems to have emptied out. I’m back to the trickle of ideas prompted by small events. This is not bad, really. I was so busy last week that the only writing I got done was blogging about events. Now I’m back to having space to contemplate less hurried writing. This would be happy except that I seem to be currently in a mood where nothing I write seems to be worth much. The mood will pass. I know it will, but it doesn’t make me motivated to write things today.
My mother offered my kids $5 for each one-page story they wrote for her this summer. The kids took full advantage of this generosity while she was here. Gleek wrote two storys. Patches wrote a story. Link wrote three stories. Grandma duly paid them. Then they had money burning a hole in their pockets. Today I took them to a store to spend it. Gleek acquired her very first potholder loom. Patches bought a magnetix toy. Link got a coveted set of pokemon cards. Then we fled the blistering heat to our air conditioned house to enjoy the loot.
New toys make for a quiet afternoon. By tomorrow they’ll be bored with the new stuff and I’ll have to find them something else to do.