It’s The In Thing (256/365)

“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.”

Oscar Wilde (Irish Poet, Novelist, Dramatist and Critic, 1854-1900)

TIME:  7:28 AM
PLACE:  Kitchen
SUBJECT:  What my son wore to school

This is what MonkeyBoy wore on his feet to school today.  When I questioned his fashion sense, DramaQueen quickly jumped to his defense – apparently this is what all the “cool” kids are wearing these days.  Really?  Because I surely can remember fun of our elders when they would wear shorts and dark dress socks with sandals.  It was so un-cool.  Now?  It’s the in thing.  Strange days, my friends.  Strange days.

A View From The Top (152/365)

 
"I can't forget
How she stood at the top of that long marble stair
Amazed, and then with a sleepy pirouette
Went dancing slowly down to the fountain-quieted square;"

Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Piazza di Spagna, Early Morning (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds.
Oxford University Press.

TIME:  5:56 PM
PLACE: Hesse Park
SUBJECT:  My feet and a slide

School's out for summer.  I "twittered" earlier today that Monkeyboy lasted about 2 hours before the phrase "I'm bored" spewed forth from his mouth.  Sigh.  He had an away baseball game tonight.  We arrived about 35 minutes early, so I took StellaDella to the playground at the park.  She watched another girl play a "follow the leader" game with her mother and then decided that we needed to do that as well.  Her idea of "follow the leader" was dictating directing me in various exercises around the structure.  Here I am at the top of the tallest slide on the playground (don't look too close at my toes, I need a pedicure very badly!).  If I was rating the slide speed, I would give it an 8.5/10 - it was pretty fast.  I was extremely happy that my fat ass lovely derriere didn't hinder my decent by scraping the sides as I glided to the bottom!