Here's a couple of pictures of us making some primitive furniture (by comparison with the stuff Dad made) and you can see the fence that we made last week too, not finished at this stage.
I also made a little sword and scabbard for the Tild, and whilst that was happening, she made herself a shield from scrap out of the trailer... a common source for her since that's where I sling out my router offcuts etc before doing a dump run every now and then. It was so heavy though that she had to hold it up partially with her leg... ha ha. Bless.
This weekend we had Luis over, and Phoebe was over at Lilly's. As is often the way when we have other children staying, the box is on quite a bit more. I'm not sure why that is... but it is.
When this happens I have two choices; one I can go out, or two I can put headphones on.
Over the years since we first got a TV in Beresford Ave when I was probably about 9 or 10... I guess I've just become more and more jaded by their 'rootin'-tootin' effort of gaining and keeping the audience's attention by presenting everything as 'WOW' and 'I'm so excited to be telling you this really boring thing about Johnny Popstar/Barbielicious/SneerySpoilt-a-Lot/Wifeswat/What to wear/say/eat/fart or Bobby trousers round the ankles (MP)/Egocentric-Vs-Lying Swivel-eyed-twofaced-'Git'stionTime. When you have cable TV, as for some reason we do, you get to pay extra for all this. In particular, your delicate and impressionable prodgeny can see things such as 'Disney Channel' or 'Nickelodeon' which are euphomisms for 'a comprehensive and ceasless demonstration of how to behave like a selfish, self-obsessed, whining, spoilt teenager (I cleaned that sentence up!)' This instructional programming helps with all manner of dysfunction, much like a petri dish full of shit helps with bacteria. This morning, I sat, barely able to contain my disgust with the regularity that the kids recieved the subliminal instruction to 'laugh'. Over a ten minute period, there was one and a half minutes of canned laughter. Given that the average insertion of laughter lasts about a second and a half, that's an instruction to laugh on average every 7 seconds. It's utterly mindless! It's SO mindless, that hardly anyone seems to notice it at all. But once you're aware of it, it's like someone sitting by your shoulder in a quiet room, eating crunchy cereal with their mouth open.
So I took them out... for my sake.
We went to the climbing wall. It was Luis's first time, and he was a little nervous but he did well, getting to the top of several of his climbs. Matilda had, in preparation for the day, ground up a load of chalk from somewhere (probably out of my workshop!) and put it in a little tin. I told her that she'd really need it to be in a bag on her belt, since it's a bit tricky to open a tin when you're hanging on with your fingertips. The girl who was in charge of the wall today, said that she felt that Tild was a natural climber, and stood watching her for ages. When she came down, she fitted her out with climbing shoes and a chalk bag! Ha... Tild was made up! It's true, you're left with a broad smile when you watch her going up.. it's like watching a spider, she's so sure of her grip.
We also made some shields (that were light) and a sword for Luis to match the sword that I made for Matilda last week. They spent the rest of the day beating the bejesus out of each other.. MUCH better than watching the TV!
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