Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

Of Zombies and Faeries

I spent some time over the weekend drowning myself in faerie - again.

I’ve been having very strange dreams as a result of reading more of Neal Gaiman’s infuriating collection of short stories, Fragile Things. What’s so maddening? They all end improperly. They’re all perplexingly curiosity-inducing, and then yank the rug out from under you just as you round the corner to the end.

Invention Convention

Every year, Abby’s elementary school runs a kind of science fair with the purpose of inventing something new and useful. All grades can participate, and there isn’t any restriction against fanciful or impractical ideas.

This year’s convention was in the school gym, and hosted 85 participants. There were quite a lot of interesting ideas.

It's a Snow Day, Valentine

Valentine's Day CookiesYesterday, Abby’s afternoon kindergarten was canceled. I remarked to Nana how it was always a special treat to be off school due to snow when I was a kid, since the powers that be were quite draconian over missing days over a little weather. Of course, that was back in the days of no seatbelts when the safety of riding around in the bed of a truck was an afterthought.

Nana was similarly discomforted by the ease with which the school tends to release the children these days. A hint of foul weather and the teachers run for the hills. I remember reading something about schools not getting in enough teaching time due to missed days on account of weather, which I’ll have to dredge up to prove my point. It seems like educators aren’t really interested in the educating these days.