Small People
Apr. 12th, 2008 12:33 amToday, I have had a childish day. I had a ticklewar; I ended up under the table at an official function; and I played peek-a-boo.
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kayloulee and chased her down the corridor, which was one of those fabulously silly moments when you remember how good it us to have FUN. Although, possibly, since it ended with her shutting her head in the door, things were not so much fun on her end.
Then I went out tonight, to a book launch for the Venerable Emeritus' latest work, at which I had a nice time talking to nice people, and discovered that the Bocera owns a photocopy of the Missing Edition I spent today hunting for. I promised to worship at his feet.
When the room was starting to thin out, the Venerable Emeritus' daughter came past to say farewell to him, and she was also looking for her daughter- the son being overtired and ready for bed. I turned around and there was an exquisite elf of a child, in a too-big uniform, twirling her plaits and announcing I was under the table.
I picked my way over to her and dropped down and asked if she was the Venerable Emeritus' granddaughter. She twinkled at me, and told me that she was. She told me all about how she had been picked up from school and gone straight to grandpa's house; she told me that she was in kindergarten, and, when I told her that her brother had been yelling for her when grandma brought him to uni the other day, she twinkled smugly up at me. What was she doing under the table? Eating all the ice, of course.
I'm going under there again, she declared, and held up the tablecloth of the makeshift bar. What else could I do but join her? She showed me all the ice, and while I sat and chewed, she sat and twinkled, and miscelaneos old people lifted the tablecloth up to see what on earth was going on.
Eventually she was dragged out and slung over a parental shoulder, leaving me to realise that I, a respectable honours student, was hiding under the table at an official function.
Some people, when they see children, have a sudden surge of maternal instinct, and want to look after them and cuddle them and do whatever else it is you do when you're being maternal. I, meanwhile, lose all sense of my own age. Who knows what my twinkly friend thought. Was I a Weird Lady? Or perhaps one of those kids-in-adult-bodies, as you always think of your cousins?
The game of peek-a-boo was just now, under the Wife's Fluffy Pink Blanket Of Happiness and Joy, while having a Serious Conversation about art and literature and one's place in the universe.
Also, since I have been feeling small in many respects, as well as childish in the best respects, these were the most fabulous thing I have found lately: Thiel's Psalms for Small People.
I had the ticklewar with
kayloulee and chased her down the corridor, which was one of those fabulously silly moments when you remember how good it us to have FUN. Although, possibly, since it ended with her shutting her head in the door, things were not so much fun on her end.Then I went out tonight, to a book launch for the Venerable Emeritus' latest work, at which I had a nice time talking to nice people, and discovered that the Bocera owns a photocopy of the Missing Edition I spent today hunting for. I promised to worship at his feet.
When the room was starting to thin out, the Venerable Emeritus' daughter came past to say farewell to him, and she was also looking for her daughter- the son being overtired and ready for bed. I turned around and there was an exquisite elf of a child, in a too-big uniform, twirling her plaits and announcing I was under the table.
I picked my way over to her and dropped down and asked if she was the Venerable Emeritus' granddaughter. She twinkled at me, and told me that she was. She told me all about how she had been picked up from school and gone straight to grandpa's house; she told me that she was in kindergarten, and, when I told her that her brother had been yelling for her when grandma brought him to uni the other day, she twinkled smugly up at me. What was she doing under the table? Eating all the ice, of course.
I'm going under there again, she declared, and held up the tablecloth of the makeshift bar. What else could I do but join her? She showed me all the ice, and while I sat and chewed, she sat and twinkled, and miscelaneos old people lifted the tablecloth up to see what on earth was going on.
Eventually she was dragged out and slung over a parental shoulder, leaving me to realise that I, a respectable honours student, was hiding under the table at an official function.
Some people, when they see children, have a sudden surge of maternal instinct, and want to look after them and cuddle them and do whatever else it is you do when you're being maternal. I, meanwhile, lose all sense of my own age. Who knows what my twinkly friend thought. Was I a Weird Lady? Or perhaps one of those kids-in-adult-bodies, as you always think of your cousins?
The game of peek-a-boo was just now, under the Wife's Fluffy Pink Blanket Of Happiness and Joy, while having a Serious Conversation about art and literature and one's place in the universe.
Also, since I have been feeling small in many respects, as well as childish in the best respects, these were the most fabulous thing I have found lately: Thiel's Psalms for Small People.