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Jun. 2nd, 2007 03:56 pmI love that old-fashioned word for "indoor pool."
That is where we are now, echoes of people talking, but not distinguishable bouncing around the huge open space. I am am doing one of my fave summer activities; enjoying working while the kids swim, on my very chill hot-weather schedule.
I dreamed about a building like this today, when I fell asleep again after waking early. I had just watched "Firefly," so the dream was Firefly-themed. I was in a huge warehouse full of junk and teasure, and finally climbed over the junk to see a vaulted roof with metal beams.
I must have gone to a place like this when I was very young, because I've seen it in my dreams more than a few times.
Boy is bobbing around, being a stinker about sneaking into lap lanes. He is also going underwater a lot, and backfloating. Now, about ten minutes later, he is swimming in the deep end without a noodle.
Yesterday, for the first time ever, he jumped in the pool. Then, to cap that, he jumped off the diving board for the first, second and third times ever! We were at the neighborhood pool, and while our neighbors there are very cool, the pool staff is as stupid as ever, so my decision to have a backyard pool is still a good one.
Since Boy is easy to teach when he's swimming, I taught him how to spell "pool." My goal is to teach him one new word a day, and to generalize that to the same word on a card. (e.g., I teach him to spell a word, present that same word on a card, to help him understand a word spelled out loud and the same word on a card are the same, which will help him learn to read. He's already got this a little bit, by copying words from video cases into Google, and teaching himself to spell them out loud, I want to make it stick goooood.)
I teach a new word every day, and he's got seventy new words by the time he goes into sixth grade.
In a related subject, I found a swimsuit I don't hate, that doesn't make me look like a baked potato upholstered in chintz, with a good bra inside, and my breasts are now weapons of mass distraction. More Power Girl and Camryn Manheim than Pool Mom.
(Ha! Two Indian moms just slowed down to look down the front of my suit. I am sitting on the floor, near a pillar.)
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Launching today is another LJ that may be on the ass end of a popular meme, but should bring some ha-ha before it plays out.
Now I want to get a few bits of script done on Rumble Girls before I go home and face Insurance Stuff, and there's an afterword for Wapsi, as well.
That's from the naaaaatatoruim!
That is where we are now, echoes of people talking, but not distinguishable bouncing around the huge open space. I am am doing one of my fave summer activities; enjoying working while the kids swim, on my very chill hot-weather schedule.
I dreamed about a building like this today, when I fell asleep again after waking early. I had just watched "Firefly," so the dream was Firefly-themed. I was in a huge warehouse full of junk and teasure, and finally climbed over the junk to see a vaulted roof with metal beams.
I must have gone to a place like this when I was very young, because I've seen it in my dreams more than a few times.
Boy is bobbing around, being a stinker about sneaking into lap lanes. He is also going underwater a lot, and backfloating. Now, about ten minutes later, he is swimming in the deep end without a noodle.
Yesterday, for the first time ever, he jumped in the pool. Then, to cap that, he jumped off the diving board for the first, second and third times ever! We were at the neighborhood pool, and while our neighbors there are very cool, the pool staff is as stupid as ever, so my decision to have a backyard pool is still a good one.
Since Boy is easy to teach when he's swimming, I taught him how to spell "pool." My goal is to teach him one new word a day, and to generalize that to the same word on a card. (e.g., I teach him to spell a word, present that same word on a card, to help him understand a word spelled out loud and the same word on a card are the same, which will help him learn to read. He's already got this a little bit, by copying words from video cases into Google, and teaching himself to spell them out loud, I want to make it stick goooood.)
I teach a new word every day, and he's got seventy new words by the time he goes into sixth grade.
In a related subject, I found a swimsuit I don't hate, that doesn't make me look like a baked potato upholstered in chintz, with a good bra inside, and my breasts are now weapons of mass distraction. More Power Girl and Camryn Manheim than Pool Mom.
(Ha! Two Indian moms just slowed down to look down the front of my suit. I am sitting on the floor, near a pillar.)
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Launching today is another LJ that may be on the ass end of a popular meme, but should bring some ha-ha before it plays out.
Now I want to get a few bits of script done on Rumble Girls before I go home and face Insurance Stuff, and there's an afterword for Wapsi, as well.
That's from the naaaaatatoruim!