Ask me how I know. I’d be willing to wager if every middle school, and high school teacher turned up for class dressed as a sick Seven for the next week they could pretty much suck all of the cool out of the “6-7” rallying cries that echo through the halls & classrooms each and every day. Make it lame, and something is adults do, and the kids will lose interest as fast as you can say demure, lit, fam, slay, bodied, pwned, noob, and as many other rizz type things as you can muster. You aura points farming mother fucker you! Giv’er!
Wish I’d have thought enough about it to take a photo. But I’m so not a morning person, I wasn’t thinking much beyond packing the kids lunches into their bags, and returning the borrowed cables back to the principal. I’m kicking myself now, but I did see it on an Instagram reel, so it’s not like we came up with it. Just thought it was funny, and easy to accomplish with stuff we had on hand.
It’s Wednesday today which means Grade Six Class Trip downtown for ten hours today. My eldest is not due to return until 8:30 pm tonight. If I recall they are going up the top of the CN Tower, visiting Ripley’s Aquarium, and having dinner at an Italian place for spaghetti. I don’t know in what order, or when they move from one site to another. My wife read, and signed that particular permission slip. I’ve heard all about it for the last month straight, but that’s pretty standard with anything mildly exciting goes on involving my children.
Like the Halloween costumes. Oh boy. First they were acolytes from 99 Nights in the Forest, so I had to buy plastic weapons, namely an axe, and a crossbow. No crossbows available, so a bow & arrow was a suitable replacement. Then my youngest wanted to be Kraken Kid because they can’t have weapons (fake ones) at school, but she can be a squid headed child in light blue pants, and a white T-shirt. But then they wanted to be T-Rexes with inflatable costumes, and it took a few days to come to a consensus on colours. So once they choose Orange of all things, it was a non stop litany of “won’t it be cool when…” Statements about the T-Rex outfits for a week straight.
I’m back from splitting more wood, and I’m tired, and achy. New Estwing 4 lbs mini sledge hammer is working a real treat. No vibration dampening on it, so tough on the wrist, but offers a substantial impact, which is what I need it for. Cool beans. Two thumbs up. I might even spring for the Estwing nine inch wedge that they make to go along with it. I’m running low on viable wood to split easily in Pile One, so either I move on to Pile Three soon, or I slow the pace down to a crawl and tackle the excruciatingly hard to split stuff with the wedge and mallet. I don’t know if I’m there yet. If Pile Three proves futile with wood that is too new, and too wet, I just might have to consider it. This sort of thing makes me wish I had a portable saw mill too. I’d love to process some wood to make furniture with in the future. Oh to dream!
Spent an hour or so last night at the inlaws covering the pool for the winter. Always proves to be a challenge because we never remember to mark the tarp properly to a point on the stones so that we can lay it in once, and have it exactly where it needs to be. There are few things more maddening that realizing all the liners have to come back out so that you can shift the cover 2-3 inches one way or another because you were ever so slightly off, but don’t know until the last section of the liner goes in. And it either fits or you realize you are off one side or the other. So hard on the back, knees, and shoulders. We never seem to start early enough and wind up finishing in the pitch black of night, with bugs in your ears, eyes, and mouth. It’s a treat. Gotta be done though, if you want to access the pool during late Spring, summer, and early fall.
Have a lovely Wednesday in late October of 2025.
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