Aimless ruminations, mercurial cogitations and other random musings of a singular sapien.
For Zechariah-Bumblebee & Miranda-Panda: may you always know peace, love and joy.
Each day in Miranda's class, it is a different child's turn to be the featured kid of the day, on a continually rotating basis. The featured kid is called "The Star Child" and all the other kids hear about his or her family, likes, dislikes, etc. and draw pictures about that child's life. This past Wednesday it was Miranda's first turn to be the Star Child - star crown and all - or course she said she was going to keep the crown forever. Just one word to describe it: suuhhweeet!
Every year in Bay Ridge, a couple of weeks before Halloween, Third Avenue is cleared of cars and swept clean for the weekend. On that Saturday, the Raggamuffin Parade is held, followed by the big annual street fair on Sunday. Both stretch from 69th Street all the way to Verrazano Bridge. Cool huh? The parade is a children's event (even though we grown-folk march with them) and gives them a chance to show off their Halloween costume finery while the weather is still not too hostile. This year we marched with Miranda's new school (PS 102 - The Bayview School) and some new and old friends. The rain held off until we we got to 86th Street, at which point we bailed-out and trotted back to Daddy's house. Sunday was, by contrast, a perfect warm Autumn day, so we spent a lot of time sampling the food and bouncing on the various rides - we even bought a couple of toys! Good times! Here are a few pics of the fun:
Once each year, the Greek church a couple of blocks down the street holds a Greek Festival. They grease the right palms, block off Ridge Blvd for about a week, set up all the carnival rides, then get to cooking. The kids are at a perfect age for these street fairs, as all the rides are scaled to match their size, and all the games pretty much guarantee winning some prize. This year was no exception. We rode all of the rides and came away with a whole bunch of loot - mostly of the stuffed animal variety. This time, however, Miranda was able to throw the ping pong balls with enough accuracy (or luck) to win two goldfish, which now reside in our living room (names pending). Here are a few pics of the action:
Both kids love the magic of gumball machines (as do I) and I've noted it on these pages in the past; however, while Zachy will always opt for superballs, Miranda's tastes change. Lately she has been insisting on these snap-n'-glow crosses. She has no concept of any meaning attached to them - to her they are beautiful objects that she covets and then admires as they hang glowing from the bunkbed above her as she falls asleep. I, on the other hand, find them to be something of great amusement. Nothing says "My ass has been saved, mutha-fucka. Now get back in that trailer and get me a Pabst and a chicken-potpie, bitch!" in quite the same way. I only wonder whether it should be said at all?