I love long weekends and this weekend was fantastic! Sometimes I feel like my words trivialize the fun we actually had… or… maybe I am just looking for excuses to not have to really write anything meaningful here. (Today I listened to a “real” author talk about what it takes to write a novel and I realized that I am so clueless.. umm… don’t take that to far… what I meant is that I am clueless about writing… I know other stuff… lots of other stuff)
The weekend started with Isabelle and I taking a nice walk and realizing that they have already started the free Saturday concerts at the Homestead. That night a fantastic band named “Q’d Up” was playing. (Jazz bands often have stupid names) Next week a blue grass – Celtic -folk band will play. (you think they would pick a genre) I remember the first time I took Isabelle to a “blue grass” concert. I could see her French mind trying to process what she was hearing and halfway through the first song she asked me “What language are they speaking”… I told her “hillbilly”… she was very curious about this newly discovered patois… I finally confessed that they just have a really strong accent.
Let me get back to this weekend… My kids were very excited since there older sister Hanna was driving up to Midway to spend time with us and to have some fun with felt. (All I have to say is who would not want to come have fun with felt… )
Hanna had priced some felt cat toys and was complaining about how expensive they were so I invited her up and told her that along with the other kids we would make them. I got out all of my wool odds and ends and four felting needles. I knew there was going to be some finger poking and maybe some blood… but like the “real” author said… every story needs conflict.
Being a good dad I worried about their fingers especially with Ben (my 7 year old). I got out the duck tape and wrapped their “wool holding” fingers. I told Ben they were “Robot Fingers”. I reasoned that even if they did poke their fingers this should stop the needle from going too deep… hopefully avoiding blood stains on the carpet.
Well… unfortunately… despite the duck tape there was finger poking and blood. On the bright side… no carpet stains. Ben took this poke like a brave little man… and I took note of his little conversation.
Ben: “I have blood all over my fingers”.
Hanna: “Ya… that is what happens when you are doing this.”
Ben: “Yep… it happens when you are having fun”…. several seconds later… “Papa… Can I get my fingers double wrapped?”
I remember my grandfather secretly recording my siblings and I as we had our “odd” conversations… you know the ones that all kids have… I have always wondered why he did this and now as I listened to their conversations I realized how funny kids can be. I decided to take notes as I watched them poke wool… and I am going to share with you some of the “highlights”.
Sam: “What should we call you Papa?”
Me: “How about lord”… (not the sacrilege… the feudal lord)
Gwen: “Ok… LARD”
Ben: “OH!… that is even worse than what I call him”
Gwen: “I am getting sick of doing this… it takes forever”
Sam: “Gwen, when did you learn the virtue of not being patient?”
Ben: didn’t say anything… just farted
Gwen: “EWWW… it’s spicy… Hanna can you smell it?”
Hanna: “I am not going to breath in with my nose”
Ben: “I don’t know why I do it…”
Gwen (quoting from her civil war reenactment): “the lord’s will be done… we have achieved the greatest victory in this war. I have no regrets of my approaching death. I fell in defense of my country”…
none of us were sure of why she started quoting this
Sam: “Roasted!… ” small pause… “union scum”
Ben: “Sam stop being a German tactic”
Hanna: Laughing uncontrollably…
Ben: “why are you laughing with your big mouth”
Sam: “that is racist”
Ben: mumbling and saying something incomprehensible…
Hanna: “Ben what did you just say with your big mouth”
Ben: “Boom roasted! by your big mouth”
Gwen: “What does Hanna need most in life?”
Ben: “A heart or maybe a brain”
Hanna: “Felting is tearing my family apart”
I think I will stop the conversation stuff… I think it is one of those things that is much more enjoyable when you are actually sitting and watching them. We had a very enjoyable time and then Hanna said good bye and went home. As soon as she got home she sent us a picture of her cat enjoying our “homemade felt toys”…
I also felted a little bit… although I preferred just sitting back listening and watching them occasionally poke their fingers. By the way… double layered duck tape does do the trick. Here is what I made… pebbles…. I think I want to make a pebble rug. (Have about 100 more to do) What do you think?
I hope all of you had as wonderful a weekend as I did!…