So.....I've been disappointed at the lack of new blog posts lately & hoping my favourite blogger to read, ShardHunter is ok in her absence
The occasional diaries I've kept in my life have been the funniest reads after the tragedy & desperation have passed & maybe I should blogtry instead of expecting other people to?
My life is mainly routine & expectation, high-functioning addiction with a tinge of Ocd which is probably the saving of me
So
the only thing out of the ordinary today was when I wouldn't let my kid go on the computer after school until he'd gone out to play for half an hour, loving that although I'm happy to let him go on the computer if he's played out for half hour, there's every likelihood that the adventure he's having whilst out will take precedence over the computer obsession & he'll ask for another half hour
and maybe another
He sets his watch alarm
I set my phone timer
Thirty minutes
My friend rings & we are chatting
Only half-way through the allotted time, the front door bursts open & my panting wild-eyed child confronts me in the kitchen, asking desperately 'Have we got any raw meat?'
'Raw meat? What for?'
'There's a bird with an injured wing & we're looking after it & Carry says it needs raw meat'
I go into over-detailed questioning about the type of bird whilst feeling slightly resentful that the vegetarian mother of his friends has sent him to me with the expectation of raw meat for fucks sake & I don't actually believe that raw meat is the injured bird food of choice
I send him away again with no raw meat & a flea in his ear & tell him that I have no raw meat, having remembered the reduced-price sausages defrosting for his dinner, but no the crow (I have found out the type of bird) is definitely NOT having any sausages as they're still a bit frozen AND you can't feed processed meat to a bird, why can't you just dig up some worms?
'We couldn't find any'
Apologise to friend on the phone for the interruption to our conversation & laugh at the irony of me telling my kid he can't give a bird the processed meat that I'll give him
Alarm goes off
Child comes back, more wild-eyed than before, asking as if his life depends on it to borrow five pounds so they can buy the bird some mince & that Carry will pay it back.
I say I've got no money (true) & remind him that he has ten pounds in his wallet. After finally accepting that I'm not giving him any money to buy minced beef from the shop for the crow & unwilling to dip into his own wallet, asks for another half hour, granted
By this time I have googled what crows eat & yeh raw meat is up there, but also wholegrain bread and wholegrain pasta (cooked or uncooked so the internet says) I am ready with this internet information on the boy's return and he is desperate to return to the crow for another half hour even though this is the last half hour he can stay out & he won't be able to go on the computer if he stays out
He happily agrees and races off with a little pot of uncooked wholewheat pasta I give him
Thirty five minutes later he returns with the pasta ('Carry says it has to be cooked') and reports that their crow ate some wholegrain bread, they found another injured crow (what are the chances?) and that they've made a bed for them and that they're 'snuggling up' together & they've named them
I don't think it'll end well, but an hour and a half of fresh air & bird tending is infinitely more enriching than an hour of Roblox in my opinion
The occasional diaries I've kept in my life have been the funniest reads after the tragedy & desperation have passed & maybe I should blogtry instead of expecting other people to?
My life is mainly routine & expectation, high-functioning addiction with a tinge of Ocd which is probably the saving of me
So
the only thing out of the ordinary today was when I wouldn't let my kid go on the computer after school until he'd gone out to play for half an hour, loving that although I'm happy to let him go on the computer if he's played out for half hour, there's every likelihood that the adventure he's having whilst out will take precedence over the computer obsession & he'll ask for another half hour
and maybe another
He sets his watch alarm
I set my phone timer
Thirty minutes
My friend rings & we are chatting
Only half-way through the allotted time, the front door bursts open & my panting wild-eyed child confronts me in the kitchen, asking desperately 'Have we got any raw meat?'
'Raw meat? What for?'
'There's a bird with an injured wing & we're looking after it & Carry says it needs raw meat'
I go into over-detailed questioning about the type of bird whilst feeling slightly resentful that the vegetarian mother of his friends has sent him to me with the expectation of raw meat for fucks sake & I don't actually believe that raw meat is the injured bird food of choice
I send him away again with no raw meat & a flea in his ear & tell him that I have no raw meat, having remembered the reduced-price sausages defrosting for his dinner, but no the crow (I have found out the type of bird) is definitely NOT having any sausages as they're still a bit frozen AND you can't feed processed meat to a bird, why can't you just dig up some worms?
'We couldn't find any'
Apologise to friend on the phone for the interruption to our conversation & laugh at the irony of me telling my kid he can't give a bird the processed meat that I'll give him
Alarm goes off
Child comes back, more wild-eyed than before, asking as if his life depends on it to borrow five pounds so they can buy the bird some mince & that Carry will pay it back.
I say I've got no money (true) & remind him that he has ten pounds in his wallet. After finally accepting that I'm not giving him any money to buy minced beef from the shop for the crow & unwilling to dip into his own wallet, asks for another half hour, granted
By this time I have googled what crows eat & yeh raw meat is up there, but also wholegrain bread and wholegrain pasta (cooked or uncooked so the internet says) I am ready with this internet information on the boy's return and he is desperate to return to the crow for another half hour even though this is the last half hour he can stay out & he won't be able to go on the computer if he stays out
He happily agrees and races off with a little pot of uncooked wholewheat pasta I give him
Thirty five minutes later he returns with the pasta ('Carry says it has to be cooked') and reports that their crow ate some wholegrain bread, they found another injured crow (what are the chances?) and that they've made a bed for them and that they're 'snuggling up' together & they've named them
I don't think it'll end well, but an hour and a half of fresh air & bird tending is infinitely more enriching than an hour of Roblox in my opinion