Simian Farmer

Post-victual perambulation

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We went for a walk after dinner last night.

We strolled to the nearby school playground, and the three neighbour kids got permission from their parents to accompany us.  We see them for two or three hours nearly every day.  I think they sometimes annoy me more than they do my wife, but I have to acknowledge a certain degree of symbiosis since they do a lot of the tending to our children when they're around, provide a distraction and allow Amy and me to get other work done.  But they're young enough (between seven and nine) to need tending - and refereeing - as well.

So the seven of us (plus a wee, spastic dog) walked over to the playground in the cool, overcast evening weather.  Tavish put his fledgling climbing skills on display and also exhibited a certain degree of fearlessness when poised at the top of what, to him, must have been a monstrously huge slide.  The voices in the video are mostly the neighbour kids.

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By candlelight

We had a huge thunderstorm here last night.  It started just after Tavish went to bed, and as loud as the thunder was, he slept right through it all.  Which is good, because when he's awake he doesn't much care for the terrifying crrrack-KOOM!  Me, I love it.

Dex and I had just gotten out of the shower, so we decided to lounge around and watch Cars until his bedtime.  But there was this one monstrous lightning strike that was followed by the biggest thunder crack of all, and the climax to that was a total power outage.  Which was totally unfair because the house right across the street still had lights on.  With Lightning McQueen ironically deleted from our TV screen, I lit one of my wife's scented candles in a jar and the boy and I huddled around it in the middle of the living room floor, fully as entranced by that as we were by the TV.

Dex had his bear towel on after the shower, so I thought I'd take some pictures.  Amy was out with a girlfriend, so it was just us two men-folk and the dog making the best of a quiet, dark evening.

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Dinner conversation

Simon: Uh, Aim... where's that little crust of bread that was on my plate?  Did you eat it just now?

Amy: Yeah.  Why?

[terribly, horribly pregnant pause]

Amy: Si... why... ??

Simon: Well, you see... it dropped onto my lap and bounced onto the floor under the table.  So I picked it up with my toes before Jango could snag it.

Amy [aghast]: Oh god!  You mean I just ate your toe jam?!

[slightly less pregnant pause]

Amy: Gimme a kiss!

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