Saturday morning...

I posted a story on fan fiction.net yesterday, and got several really nice reviews, which makes my ego feel good. It is a very interesting phenomenon, sites like ff.net. It is really gratifying to write something that actually gets read by people who aren't family members or close friends, although it is also a refuge for really bad fic that still gets reviews like "OMG!1! This is liek so good! I hope u keep writng." or something, which makes me wonder if what I write is really as good as I hope it is. Nonetheless, it's fun, and it is nice to see people writing, and using their imagination, even if they do it badly.

Charlie would like to write something on the internet. So here he is:

hi my name is charlie. my favorite letter is vee. good bye.

And there you go. A message from Charlie.

Today we are going to this place called Cedar Run (www.cedarrun.org) where they tend to injured wild animals. They have a fox, a couple of hawks, and several owls, one of which is a Snowy Owl. So we're going to see a Hedwig! Fun.

Saturday morning...

I posted a story on fan fiction.net yesterday, and got several really nice reviews, which makes my ego feel good. It is a very interesting phenomenon, sites like ff.net. It is really gratifying to write something that actually gets read by people who aren't family members or close friends, although it is also a refuge for really bad fic that still gets reviews like "OMG!1! This is liek so good! I hope u keep writng." or something, which makes me wonder if what I write is really as good as I hope it is. Nonetheless, it's fun, and it is nice to see people writing, and using their imagination, even if they do it badly.

Charlie would like to write something on the internet. So here he is:

hi my name is charlie. my favorite letter is vee. good bye.

And there you go. A message from Charlie.

Today we are going to this place called Cedar Run (www.cedarrun.org) where they tend to injured wild animals. They have a fox, a couple of hawks, and several owls, one of which is a Snowy Owl. So we're going to see a Hedwig! Fun.

And the worst mother of the year award goes to...

So we're at cedar run, and we're on the nature trail, and Charlie is having a grand time playing this 'scavenger hunt' game that was given to him, looking for pine cones, etc when we come upon a cedar water stream. (Cedar water, for those who don't know, is found in the Pine Barrens and is a deep reddish color, because of the cedar trees that grow near it.) The water feels soft to the touch, almost soapy so I told Charlie to feel the water. This was supposed to be an educational trip, after all. Dutifully, Charlie crouches down by the stream and reaches down to put his fingers in the water. There was this little deck built over the stream, so I went up on the deck to get a picture of Charlie feeling the water. I take the picture, then stand up to continue our walk when I hear what can only be described as a 'plop'. I turn just in time to to see Charlie disappear headfirst into the stream. He's a great kid, he didn't panic, he just turned himself around under water, then came up sputtering, wet and muddy to inform us "I fell in the cedar water."

Fortunately we weren't too far away from the education center, and trudged back along the path, Charlie recounting the event out loud (Which is what he does when he is trying to process things.) My husband and I, after the initial shock wore off, couldn't help but laugh. By the time we got to the center, Charlie, while still wet, had come to terms with the situation, and was obviously filing the memory under 'bad things that happened to me' because he said to me as we were walking into the building 'you lost me at the mall' which I did do. Once. At Christmas time.

Sigh.

So we didn't get to see the owls or the fox, we did spend $8 on a Cedar Run shirt so he would have at least one dry thing for the ride home, and the woman at the center kindly gave us a free pass for the next time we come, so we can try again.

"She struggled up through the weeds, incoherent with rage, and rose from the ditch like Venus Anadyomene, only older, and with more duckweed." - Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters

And the worst mother of the year award goes to...

So we're at cedar run, and we're on the nature trail, and Charlie is having a grand time playing this 'scavenger hunt' game that was given to him, looking for pine cones, etc when we come upon a cedar water stream. (Cedar water, for those who don't know, is found in the Pine Barrens and is a deep reddish color, because of the cedar trees that grow near it.) The water feels soft to the touch, almost soapy so I told Charlie to feel the water. This was supposed to be an educational trip, after all. Dutifully, Charlie crouches down by the stream and reaches down to put his fingers in the water. There was this little deck built over the stream, so I went up on the deck to get a picture of Charlie feeling the water. I take the picture, then stand up to continue our walk when I hear what can only be described as a 'plop'. I turn just in time to to see Charlie disappear headfirst into the stream. He's a great kid, he didn't panic, he just turned himself around under water, then came up sputtering, wet and muddy to inform us "I fell in the cedar water."

Fortunately we weren't too far away from the education center, and trudged back along the path, Charlie recounting the event out loud (Which is what he does when he is trying to process things.) My husband and I, after the initial shock wore off, couldn't help but laugh. By the time we got to the center, Charlie, while still wet, had come to terms with the situation, and was obviously filing the memory under 'bad things that happened to me' because he said to me as we were walking into the building 'you lost me at the mall' which I did do. Once. At Christmas time.

Sigh.

So we didn't get to see the owls or the fox, we did spend $8 on a Cedar Run shirt so he would have at least one dry thing for the ride home, and the woman at the center kindly gave us a free pass for the next time we come, so we can try again.

"She struggled up through the weeds, incoherent with rage, and rose from the ditch like Venus Anadyomene, only older, and with more duckweed." - Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters