For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: melancholy.
My daughter is an introverted thinker. Sometimes this is extremely entertaining.
When she was in first grade she came home part way through the year and said, “I want to get my hair cut like a boy.” “Short?” I said. “Yes,” she said. I didn’t think about it too much but made an appointment. I thought it was because she has that fine tangly hair that is really difficult to comb.
On the way to the salon, my intuition kicked in and I realized that something was up. She was in that deep abstraction mode, thinking.
I said, “Why do you want to get your hair cut like a boy?”
Her reply, “The boys chase the girls on the playground.”
“Do they chase you?”
“They are not sure if I am a boy or a girl.”
“You don’t want them to be sure?”
“There is another class that gets to recess before us. They get the tire swing. They have a club that is all boys. They won’t let us use the tire swing.”
“You are going to fool them. Okay.” I sat back to see how she would proceed with whatever plan she had regarding the tire swing.
She had her hair cut very short. The next morning she chose hand-me-downs from her brother. A rugby shirt, a navy blue sweatshirt, flannel lined thick jeans and his old hiking boots. She had never worn any of them before and her usual preference was pink. I took her to school. She went into her class and just went to stand by some other children, not saying anything at all. They commented on her haircut.
I went to the principal and described my daughter’s plan, mostly because I thought it was quite brilliant. He said, “Oh, we have to do something about this.” I said, “I wasn’t trying to get anyone to interfere.” He said, “No, but we have a playground policy. They are allowed to have clubs, but they are not allowed to exclude anyone. In other words, no ‘boys only’ clubs. We will hold an assembly to remind them.”
So for a seven year old introverted thinker on the playground, a problem required careful thought and a plan, which she then carried out. I liked the approach of challenging gender. As far as I could tell it did not occur to her to ask for help. I do wonder at times what other plans she is implementing.
She did get to use the tire swing. Then she went back to wearing pink.
From Bushboys world, a “last on the card” contest, with the last photo on the phone or card.
I knew exactly which photo was there. I took it last night after spending a couple hours trying to remember how to set up the tree tent. Got it, though should still mess with it a little. It’s tricky if the trees aren’t an equilateral triangle. Which is nearly always.
I lay on the platform in the sun for a while yesterday before the tent part was up. It’s supposed to rain today. I really got the wrong tent when I got this one, it’s not really suited to the Pacific Northwest. I still love it.
This is for the Ragtag Daily Prompt today: chalk.
I took this at Fort Worden this weekend. How about a hopscotch game that is up in the 700s? That might be very good exercise! I did not hop the length of it. This must have taken quite a while to draw and number the length of the sidewalk.
This is for Norm2.0’s Thursday doors.
Look! I finally took some photographs of local doors! Hoorah! This is our new school, Salish Coast Elementary. My son was visiting this last week and we walked around the school on Monday. The sun was bright and there is a lot of glass, so I could play with the reflections in my photographs. The school opened in the fall and I missed the grand opening. Yesterday’s Dr. Suess picture is from the school as well. My son tried out the new playground equipment too. His hat and something about his position makes me think of both the Cat in the Hat and Waldo.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: gridiron.
This is my son in 2010, grilling.
By 2012 the high school team is the Redhawks. My son played football, though he knew I didn’t approve. Too much brain trauma. He was fast or lucky or both and no concussion or broken bones there.
For Norm2.0’s Thursday doors.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: family.
My daughter and I are out visiting my son and his girlfriend on the east coast. My son wanted ideas for Christmas, since he and my daughter know I have enough stuff. I suggested tickets to something: a play, music, something in the DC area.
They took us to Georgetown on Sunday and we did an escape room! We were in the prehistoric one and solved it before the one hour timer. Lots of clues and math and letters! It was great fun! We escaped being eaten by solving all of the clues and leaving the escape rooms, hooray!
For Mundane Monday #170, my theme is beach play. Structures, castles, games. Happy July…
Here is the link to Mundane Monday #169: shadow.
Send your pingback for photographs of beach play: is it the clouds that reach you? The contrast between temporary and more long term? Gull footprints in sand? The boundary between ocean and sand?
Have a wonderful week.