This is Pi Day #033.a
It’s cold weather running week here… in the comic… and in real life.
This means that the text messages going flying each evening with a dreaded “are you running tonight?” nudge followed back with an “maybe, are you?” reply.
It becomes something of a game of frozen chicken and if nobody blinks… well, one quickly finds themselves plodding through the snowy streets in sub-zero temps whether it’s a smart thing to do or not.
This is Pi Day #023.b
I appreciate the effort, I really do. Dance is art. Dance is fitness. Dance is moving around a room in a way that my 40-year-old body no longer considers feasible.
Yet I struggle to find an honest balance between (a) showing blind support for everything The Girl does and (b) handing her a healthy dose of parental distance to assist her in finding the intrinsic value of doing a thing for its own sake.
No, really. That’s a thing, I’m sure of it.
This is Pi Day #023.a
You reach a point in this parenting gig where the extra-curricular activities are as much for you as they are for them. I mean, sure, they’re learning new skills, belonging to a social club, being active, having fun, and all of it on your dime. But on the other hand, you get an hour to yourself to veg out on your phone while you wait to drive them back home. So… win-win?
This is Pi Day #021.c
You can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fish.
Oddly enough, this comic comes out on “opposite day” in our musical household. Circumstances being what they are, The Girl will being accompanying her dad to HIS music lesson tonight to make sure he is the one practicing.
I asked her if she wanted to sit in, maybe jam a bit on the piano (there is one in the studio even though we only occasionally use it for tuning my violin) but her response was as expected: “No. I’ll just wait for you in the lobby…” pause… “Can I bring my iPad?”
I guess the apple don’t fall too far from the old tree after all.