Yesterday was one of those really nice days with my family.
We got up and got ready for the day, then headed to the Mall of America so the kids and J could go on the Ghostly Gangplank. Ghostly Gangplank is a ropes course attraction — it’s four stories of wires, ropes, and wobbly bridges. One wears a safety harness attached to beams overhead, so one can’t fall, really. But it’s still really tall and fairly difficult.
Both kids made it all the way to the top. I was extremely proud of them.
We went to lunch at the mall, picked up a present for a kid whose party M is going to today, and came home for school.
School was interesting. We reached the section in the world history book I read from titled “Age of Discovery.” We talked about this phrase. See, the thing is, many MANY people already knew about all the continents. It’s not like Columbus discovered them. But, in a very important sense, Europe kind of won world history. (So far.) So to ignore the age of discovery is problematic as well. I try to take a balanced approach. After the Age of Discovery we talked about pulleys and arches. Then looked at some famous painting from the Reformation. And then we watched the second episode of America: The Story of Us.
Now, I like this series. It is stirring, and patriotic, and I am a patriot and I am stirred by the history of my country. I want the kids to be excited by the great things the nation has accomplished, and I want them to be excited about the ideas that form the basis for the country and our government. But I do keep pausing the video to mention things like “and that land they were being evicted off of, it wasn’t theirs, and they were there illegally.” Or, “that network of American spies, they were an insurgency against the British, just like the insurgents in Iraq and Afghanistan fighting the Americans.” You know. Because what it is doesn’t change just because you’re on the other side.
After school J took the kids out of the house for an hour. And I determined that, yes, I really do write 1000 words an hour when no-one is talking to me. I’m not doing NaNoWriMo, you understand, though. I’m just using this month when everyone I know seems to be writing to FOCUS on existing projects I have.
When the family got back J and I did some yard winterizing. Emptied the rain barrel, wound up and stored the hose, and cleaned the gutters. I have a nice sense of accomplishment about this. J and I tend to do such disgusting tasks well together.
Then is was time for dinner, and then it was time to cuddle with the kids on the couch and read to them, and after their bedtime it was time to watch Top Gear with N and J.
A really nice day, overall. I like these days.