Sometimes, the things people do or say leave me shaking my head in wonder or bewilderment.
Sublime to ridiculous and all points in between - we humans have it all covered, don't we?
Walking to school with Nina yesterday, a woman I know only slightly stopped me to say that her grandfather came from a tribe in Nigeria, and she loved my dress because it reminded her of their traditional colours.
That made my day.
We went out for delicious Chinese food on Friday night, and the kids used chopsticks with aplomb.
I have been trying to remember the first time I ate in a Chinese restaurant; I think I was 21, and it took me some years after that to get the hang of chopsticks.
The differences between their experiences of childhood and my own sometimes leave me breathless.
Then again... some things never change, man's inhumanity to man being one of them.
Nina was mocked and insulted by two children at school about the appearance of her skin. As she always does, she asked them to stop, since what they were saying hurt her feelings. They didn't. She told a lunchtime supervisor, who advised her to ignore them.
No. That is not an adequate response from an adult. It's a cop out, a lazy way to deal with inappropriate behaviour on the one hand, and distress on the other. How do those children learn that such teasing/abuse is unacceptable if it isn't addressed? And why should any child with a disability (or indeed without one) have to accept it?
Rest assured I will be talking to school about the incident, and suggesting that there is a training need here.
1950-60s Hawaiian barkcloth dress - flea market
Jacket, bag, bangles and necklace - charity shopped
Ankle boots - community fair
The prize for the most inappropriate donation to a charity shop this week goes to the person who thoughtfully gave us a half-used tube of anal lubricant.
Thanks for that.
The weather has been utterly bizarre this week; glorious sunshine, howling gales, snow and hail storms, all within moments of each other. Or indeed at the same time.
How is a girl supposed to know what to wear?
As predicted, we're sharing the jacket. And the scarf, apparently...
My friend has just adopted a kitten. He's adorable.
Despite
my advice that it wasn't necessary, she insisted on buying him a bed. I
suggested that if he had the run of the house, he would likely choose
his own spot to sleep, and anyway, cats love boxes so a cardboard box
with a blanket would be just as good.
She was horrified. She said it would look as though they didn't care about him sufficiently to buy him a bed.
Because kittens are known to care about how things look, and what has been spent on them.
I don't know.
I listen, but sometimes I wonder if I'm hearing things right.
Much like this guy.
(Nina doesn't get it, and asked what's a tape?)
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