Bobby Fischer eat your heart out!
Chess.
Ah it's Saturday afternoon and we're having a pretty cosy time. There has been a lot of chess recently and also table tennis. Kaspar and I had a mammoth match this morning which finished 30-28 to The Kasp. The boy has some good moves. Anyway, at the mo as I said, we're taking it cosy - for the very first time this season we have built a fire in the hearth and are all sitting in front of it getting up to our various tricks. Anna and Kaspar are busy working on a database for all Kaspar's marbles. The numerous oilies, plainies and chinas all being catagorised according to Kasp's procrustean criteria and Anna's xml prowess. Stella is drawing on the rug on the floor. That is, she is drawing on paper whilst sitting on the rug on the floor, rather than drawing on the rug itself. Felix is playing Super Smash Bros Brawl on the 'ol wii and I'm sitting here with a primeval feeling of manlihood after providing fire for my tribe.
Week in review....
Anna has been away in Borås for a few days this week for some lectures and concentrated brainwork with her study buddies. Kaspar and Felix have started the new term of music lessons; Kaspar now into the 2nd term learning acoustic guitar, and Felix starting on electric bass. Stella has been struggling with the concept of life and death for a few weeks, but has now almost stopped worrying about it. Almost. It all started with a mushroom she found while out on a walk at nursery. Some of the other children said that it was poisonous and she might die as she got a bit of it on her cheek. Ever since then it's been - can you die from this, can you die from that. Then she started worrying about us dying, then worrying about herself dying... We had a long talk where I assured her that she was not going to die anytime soon, and particularly not in the winter, as she had somehow understood to be the case. Eventually, she accepted that she wouldn't die for many, many, many years to come. My relief was, however, short lived as she turned to me at the end of the talk and burst out tearfully, "But will I be dead by Christmas?"
I thus gave up on the explaining the old "death-as-part-of-life" routine, and simply told her that she will live forever. This seems to have been the answer she was looking for. Fhew!
Custard...
Tonight it's going to be ribbon pasta, red pesto, olives and parmesano for dinner, followed by Anna's patented apple cake and custard. I suspect it's going to be pretty darn soon actually, as I almost dribbled into my lap now at the mere prospect.
Happy Saturday!
Ah it's Saturday afternoon and we're having a pretty cosy time. There has been a lot of chess recently and also table tennis. Kaspar and I had a mammoth match this morning which finished 30-28 to The Kasp. The boy has some good moves. Anyway, at the mo as I said, we're taking it cosy - for the very first time this season we have built a fire in the hearth and are all sitting in front of it getting up to our various tricks. Anna and Kaspar are busy working on a database for all Kaspar's marbles. The numerous oilies, plainies and chinas all being catagorised according to Kasp's procrustean criteria and Anna's xml prowess. Stella is drawing on the rug on the floor. That is, she is drawing on paper whilst sitting on the rug on the floor, rather than drawing on the rug itself. Felix is playing Super Smash Bros Brawl on the 'ol wii and I'm sitting here with a primeval feeling of manlihood after providing fire for my tribe.
Week in review....
Anna has been away in Borås for a few days this week for some lectures and concentrated brainwork with her study buddies. Kaspar and Felix have started the new term of music lessons; Kaspar now into the 2nd term learning acoustic guitar, and Felix starting on electric bass. Stella has been struggling with the concept of life and death for a few weeks, but has now almost stopped worrying about it. Almost. It all started with a mushroom she found while out on a walk at nursery. Some of the other children said that it was poisonous and she might die as she got a bit of it on her cheek. Ever since then it's been - can you die from this, can you die from that. Then she started worrying about us dying, then worrying about herself dying... We had a long talk where I assured her that she was not going to die anytime soon, and particularly not in the winter, as she had somehow understood to be the case. Eventually, she accepted that she wouldn't die for many, many, many years to come. My relief was, however, short lived as she turned to me at the end of the talk and burst out tearfully, "But will I be dead by Christmas?"
I thus gave up on the explaining the old "death-as-part-of-life" routine, and simply told her that she will live forever. This seems to have been the answer she was looking for. Fhew!
Custard...
Tonight it's going to be ribbon pasta, red pesto, olives and parmesano for dinner, followed by Anna's patented apple cake and custard. I suspect it's going to be pretty darn soon actually, as I almost dribbled into my lap now at the mere prospect.
Happy Saturday!
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