And this blue and green ball keeps spinning to the beat
The better part of my afternoon was spent sitting on a park bench with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks in the classically balmy sunshine, watching a classful of kindergarteners shriek and clamber all over the climbing structures, the fountain, and the swings. One edged his way over to us with his school tablet on which he showed us the groups of things he was learning. I saw another with a pinwheel, another with a fanny pack, another with a baseball cap made of duct tape, crouching with a friend to pry open a maintenance hatch in the fountain with a stick. We agreed that we miss tire swings and feel nostalgically toward metal slides which had to be insulated from thigh-scalding summer with pieces of cardboard or brown paper bags. FiDO Pizza turns out to deliver all the way from Allston and while I recognize the garlic honey and chili zing of the richly soppressata-studded Doc, the anchovy-forward collards and kale of the Braised Greens over Parmesan cream tasted like an entire kelp forest and I ate it like one. We had cookies left over from Pesach for dessert. Especially at the end of a scrambled week, it was a low-key, springlike, lovely time. We have made plans in the newly discovered directions of All She Wrote Books and Dani's Queer Bar. In the evening we saw that Artemis II had safely splashed down.
rushthatspeaks in the classically balmy sunshine, watching a classful of kindergarteners shriek and clamber all over the climbing structures, the fountain, and the swings. One edged his way over to us with his school tablet on which he showed us the groups of things he was learning. I saw another with a pinwheel, another with a fanny pack, another with a baseball cap made of duct tape, crouching with a friend to pry open a maintenance hatch in the fountain with a stick. We agreed that we miss tire swings and feel nostalgically toward metal slides which had to be insulated from thigh-scalding summer with pieces of cardboard or brown paper bags. FiDO Pizza turns out to deliver all the way from Allston and while I recognize the garlic honey and chili zing of the richly soppressata-studded Doc, the anchovy-forward collards and kale of the Braised Greens over Parmesan cream tasted like an entire kelp forest and I ate it like one. We had cookies left over from Pesach for dessert. Especially at the end of a scrambled week, it was a low-key, springlike, lovely time. We have made plans in the newly discovered directions of All She Wrote Books and Dani's Queer Bar. In the evening we saw that Artemis II had safely splashed down.
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Thank you! I would not mind being a pleasant leviathan. It was an impressive surprise of a pizza.
Of the kids, I applaud the one who was trying to pry open a maintenance hatch. Go, mini secret agent, go! And I think it's pretty great that another wanted to show you what he was learning. That kind of friendliness is such a balm.
It is. I like encountering small children in the wild. And in terms of their current relationship with technology, it was neat to me to see that what he wanted to do with his tablet was explain it to strangers and then run off to play some more with the other kids. He was part of the swingset contingent by the time we left. (The swingset contingent were engaged in the time-honored behavior of putting more kids than looks structurally wise onto the same swing.)
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That one is a classic! I think there were too many adults within ambit to get away with it. They were sort of stress-testing the swings instead and then there was the one kid who kept trying to throw his jacket to the friend who was basically standing on the third kid's shoulders as they swung. No one fell off.