Conversation Starter

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“If you’re on the dance floor in space,” he begins, “there’s only one thing that can go wrong.” 1715″>

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The Future’s So Bright

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Me: Has anyone seen my sunglasses?

Charlie: Here. Wear these.

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Booky Bleg

1713 1713_ () 1713 1713 Hey guys, sorry for the lull. Things are just going to be this way until school resumes AFTER LABOR DAY. I’m not counting, I’m just making you aware.

Right now I’m in the complicated state of mind called “2/3 of the way through summer.” The start of the school year is not so close that I’m feeling emotional (or so close that I feel like I can “do anything for two weeks.”). But summer has been going on for long enough that we’ve had a few brotherly spats, etc. that make me wonder, oh about a great many things. In general I will say things are going quite well but we have our moments and those are the moments that prevent me from getting on here and doing much of anything. Also, I thrive on structure and a nice schedule and summer really isn’t about all that, now is it?

SO! Instead of going on and on, I’d like to ask you all a question. I’m figuring you’re all in a nice groove with summer reading and since reader Elizabeth asked me way back when (sorry for the delay, Liz!) about good books for boys, I thought I’d see what you and yours have been up to, reading-wise.

Like my guys, Elizabeth has “a 10 year old boy and I think he would read Calvin and Hobbes AND the daily comics EVERY DAY!! Any good suggestions?”

I know we discussed books a while back, but I thought it might be fun. Plus, I could use an updated list for our next trip to the library (like, tomorrow!). 1713″> .

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A Very Emotional Movie Time

1712 1712_ () 1712 1712 This afternoon for family movie time, the boys and I watched Pride of the Yankees, the gut-wrenching epic about New York Yankee Lou Gehrig, his meteoric rise as baseball good-guy and his untimely career end due to the disease now named for him.

I could tell this movie had an impact on the boys mostly because they sat very, very still during the second-half of the film. Around here a two-hour movie hits the do-or-die point around hour one. After that, it either has our rapt attention or there is a wrestling match for my viewing pleasure instead.

Throughout the movie this afternoon, the boys watched in silence, asking only the obligatory question here and there (“Why is he looking at his hand like that, Mom?” and “What happened? Why did he fall off the stool?”). It was sad, and they knew it (and I knew they knew it).

During movie time, a ferocious storm raged outside and when it left, there was a trail of debris in its wake. The boys were back to playing Lego’s by the time my brother called, about an hour later, to tell us that the storm had unearthed a clutch of exceptionally small squirrels in our parents’ backyard next door.

“You should tell the boys to come look,” he said. “These things are really tiny and clear — you can see right through them.”

The boys raced over in time to see my dad, now on the scene, trying to revive the miniature rodents. Two of them died, but somehow he managed to save the third. The boys came back home to replay the dramatic events.

“Papa blew air onto one of them and he stayed alive,” said Elliott, a serious look on his face. “I think the other two might have had Lou Gehrig’s disease.” 1712″> ?

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