I was going to say, the calendar has fallen funny. But, that would make the opening paragraph, seem in need of a thunk, clunk or other onomatopoeia. Frankly, with that last term, it’s just showing off and there’s just no need.
Wait… Oh, pants. 🙂
So, yeah, the calendar’s…. distribution of days, has meant that it’s a while yet until Chams. As I missed last times, part of me was thinking I’d be tapping my feet and counting down the days (as is Susie). Oddly, that isn’t happening. Reasons to be cheerful, eh?
Talking of cheerful, the Jones Massive, are now back in the digital world. Earlier in the week, a certain driver ran into the small green box, that contains the village telephone lines. That, not surprisingly, didn’t do it much good and we were off-line for most of the week.
The kids found the usual routine of being able to watch on-line videos, Skype with their mates, or play games somewhat more difficult. The Ever Lovely Mrs J took to her books, and that’s par for the course. Muggings here, resulted in trying his hand – OMG! ‘His’ I’ve outed myself! 😉 – at finishing off a short story. Like a good blog post, some tales want to be told. It’s been a while since I’ve written any fiction and it’s proving to be an interesting challenge.
Going back to the lack of on-line access, I found it was the little things, that I missed. Being able to check on IMDB about an actor, or looking up back details. It’s funny, in that back in the early 90s, I had to go upstairs, turn on the PC, dial up and after much waiting, get on-line. Now, you tap the glass on your smartphone and you’re off.
The Ever Lovely Mrs J was out one evening, so being without any new DVDs, or on-line films, to entertain, the kids were a bit of a lost end. I suppose, after a full day at school, and with it being only a few hours before bedtime, you don’t want to be breaking out the paints and crafts. Well, I didn’t, knowing that there would be a lot of tidying up.
Looking back to my own childhood, I remember playing a board game with my my folks and it’s one of those happy memories. With that in mind, I got out some of our old games, blew the dust off the lid (I know, the shame) and we all played happily for a few hours. It was so popular, they asked to play the next night! I guess sometimes, it’s more about what you do together, rather than fancy, or expensive things.
I think it was Mrs J who said to me ‘collect memories, not things’. If I look at anything I own, most of the things I think of as treasured, they have a memory attached to them. Not unlike of of the items in my dress cupboard, but that’s another story. 😉