weekend last
Aug. 1st, 2006 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kirkcudbrightI don't usual bother transcribing the ordinary Stuff of life, but what the hell, this is open mike night...
Saturday: beastly hot, Kylie's 2pm riding lesson was cancelled in anticipation of it being too hot for the beasts, but the 12pm grown-up lesson was still on. Since Kylie was there anyway, she got to ride with the grown-ups, on her own without someone leading her, doing the same stuff we were doing. Challenging at her level, but everyone needs to be challenged periodically, and she did it with nary a complaint.
Afterwards, side trips to Penzey's and a toy store, then the rest of the day at a 6 year old's birthday party. How to explain this - Michael is my godson, but none of us has any active religion, much less a shared religion; he's my nephew, but not a blood relation; heck, he's just my Michael, that's all.
Sunday, still beastly hot, but took Kylie to Laine's, and I rode Cheyenne in the ring. I set up four posts in the ring, and had all the fun you can have with four posts - big circles around the outside, smaller circles inside, increasingly smaller circles around one pole, figure-eights, serpentines, cloverleafs, etc. I also tried on the crocheted ear net I got for him, and made him go to the swamp next door, where the deer flies live; it didn't keep the flies off his neck (naturally), but they didn't even try to bug his ears, so I judge it a success. But he managed to snag his reins on something while I was un-tacking him, and he twisted the cheek plate of his bit, and popped open the clips to the rein and bridle on that side; 10 minutes of hammer and tongs fixed all that.
Later, Kylie and I biked to Andover and back - 12 miles, far and away the farthest Kylie has gone under her own steam, and her on a single-speed coaster bike, and having no concept of standing to pedal up the hills. She didn't complain, but she's not begging to repeat it soon. While we were there, we rattled around the mostly empty campus of Phillips Academy. At some point, I found myself explaining that this was where George W. "W" Bush went to high school, but it's not their fault he's an idiot.
I feel kind of conflicted about that. My own parents never discussed politics in front of us, and I have no idea where they stood on the issues of the day. For instance, I was 10 when Nixon resigned, and I have clear memories of the event, but not of their reaction to it. So I tend to be kind of guarded about discussing politics around Kylie, but at the same time, I feel it's important for her to realize the incalculable damage this administration is doing to the country and the world, as well as the fact that she can't trust the Glass Teat to be Fair and Balanced.
Argh.
Today we went climbing. Kylie is definitely a first-class monkey. Next week, she's going to climbing camp, and getting her first taste of outdoor climbing. I'm hoping we can get her into a kids clinic or team or such in the fall, because she's ready for more structured practice.
Tomorrow: skataing, and Francie returns from Las Vegas (bringing the hot hot hot with her).
Saturday: beastly hot, Kylie's 2pm riding lesson was cancelled in anticipation of it being too hot for the beasts, but the 12pm grown-up lesson was still on. Since Kylie was there anyway, she got to ride with the grown-ups, on her own without someone leading her, doing the same stuff we were doing. Challenging at her level, but everyone needs to be challenged periodically, and she did it with nary a complaint.
Afterwards, side trips to Penzey's and a toy store, then the rest of the day at a 6 year old's birthday party. How to explain this - Michael is my godson, but none of us has any active religion, much less a shared religion; he's my nephew, but not a blood relation; heck, he's just my Michael, that's all.
Sunday, still beastly hot, but took Kylie to Laine's, and I rode Cheyenne in the ring. I set up four posts in the ring, and had all the fun you can have with four posts - big circles around the outside, smaller circles inside, increasingly smaller circles around one pole, figure-eights, serpentines, cloverleafs, etc. I also tried on the crocheted ear net I got for him, and made him go to the swamp next door, where the deer flies live; it didn't keep the flies off his neck (naturally), but they didn't even try to bug his ears, so I judge it a success. But he managed to snag his reins on something while I was un-tacking him, and he twisted the cheek plate of his bit, and popped open the clips to the rein and bridle on that side; 10 minutes of hammer and tongs fixed all that.
Later, Kylie and I biked to Andover and back - 12 miles, far and away the farthest Kylie has gone under her own steam, and her on a single-speed coaster bike, and having no concept of standing to pedal up the hills. She didn't complain, but she's not begging to repeat it soon. While we were there, we rattled around the mostly empty campus of Phillips Academy. At some point, I found myself explaining that this was where George W. "W" Bush went to high school, but it's not their fault he's an idiot.
I feel kind of conflicted about that. My own parents never discussed politics in front of us, and I have no idea where they stood on the issues of the day. For instance, I was 10 when Nixon resigned, and I have clear memories of the event, but not of their reaction to it. So I tend to be kind of guarded about discussing politics around Kylie, but at the same time, I feel it's important for her to realize the incalculable damage this administration is doing to the country and the world, as well as the fact that she can't trust the Glass Teat to be Fair and Balanced.
Argh.
Today we went climbing. Kylie is definitely a first-class monkey. Next week, she's going to climbing camp, and getting her first taste of outdoor climbing. I'm hoping we can get her into a kids clinic or team or such in the fall, because she's ready for more structured practice.
Tomorrow: skataing, and Francie returns from Las Vegas (bringing the hot hot hot with her).
