We’re on a whole new set of $5 headphones for the computers. Headphones help keep the peace, particularly now that the Spicy child has discovered the Awesome Music of Rick Astley on-line (hey, it brings back good memories for me, but she’s very… persistent in her listening habits. So, headphones.)
The reason we’re on a whole new set is that Lefty spent most of last week eating electronic cords, apparently. When the first pair died, I just figured someone had done a little too much wiggling about while listening to Awesome Music on-line, and that meant the culprit could have been anyone, really. Lefty likes to groove to most things, Spicy likewise. The Boy is a percussionist, so gyrations and waggling of limbs and tapping can often cause cords to be yanked and discombobulated. The Eldest has music going most of the time, and if no one is watching (or if she’s not aware of anyone watching, which is awesome!) gets her own groove on quite often. Even the Tall, Dark, and Slightly Neanderthal fellow I married has been know to boogie discreetly to the Brothers Gibb, and for a guy his size, even discreet boogage involves enough movement to dislocate wiring connections.
But then, the second pair failed in one ear. And after a final Little Girl session of Ruby Gloom videos (creepy-cute Canadian kids’ cartoon that I love more than a little bit), failed in both ears. As I was throwing both dead pair away, I noticed it: the rubberized coating on the wiring had been gnawed away, and the shredded ends of copper wire testified that no, dislocation was not the problem: these had been nibbled. Nibbled to death.
So now the List of Things We Are Trying To Keep Out Of Lefty’s Cake-Hole includes:
- Her thumbs
- Pencil ferrules
- Mechanical pencil “marshmallows”
- All other eraser styles
- The edge of the desk
- The wrists of her shirts
- Small rocks
- Most flowers
- Electronic cables
Also, it is spring here in the Rockies. That means that Monday, it was, no joke: 90*. Commence heat migraines. (I’m actually trying to bring back an archaic word, so won’t you all please join me in re-popularizing a great word: megrim. Mee’-grim. Nasty headache. It’s just a great word, and works really well in a slightly posh British accent.)
Megrim Monday necessarily segues into what?
50* highs on Tuesday with sustained winds in the 20mph range, gusts to right about 50mph, some hail, a bit of drenching cold rain, and Hard Frost Warnings from the national weather service from now until Thursday morning.
Because that’s spring in the Rockies.
I know. You’re a little jealous right now.
In other fun things, The Boy has checked off another thing on his Interesting Things To Know How To Do list: after being confronted with a rather disgruntled yellow jacket between the back door screen and the back door this morning (and really, given the schizophrenic weather, you can’t blame the nasty little thing for disgruntlement), The Boy initiated himself into the ranks of People Who Can Replace Screening Mesh. He de-splined, re-meshed, and re-splined with admirable vigor and fortitude, and the results are, yes: resplinedant.
I do believe that next, I shall set The Boy to work replacing a seal in the back door of Brown Bess (our enormous vehicle), in hopes that a new seal will quell the decidedly manky atmosphere that reoccurs after rainy downpours. I’m very glad he’s inherited his Daddy’s talent for Taking a Whack At Things.
Add in a ton of acrobatics troupe practices, Highland dance practices, band practices, voice practices, church lesson planning, school reading (math, science, etc–we go year-round, which is much less painful than it sounds), hen-tending, garden failure (see Hard Frost, above–we’re going to start over), wicked insomnia, prepping for an estate sale, and real-life-work stuff, and that’s essentially my life, right now. I kind of like it.