Some Recent Things I Am Glad I Heard
Three tough looking dudes, you know, thugs, walking down the street on Fraser street. They are dressed like they are coming from or going to a game of basketball but not necessarily.Guy - "Yo, share an ice cream cake with me, yo."You can’t eat an entire ice cream cake by yourself. BFF’s.
Rory’s maiden ride on her brand new pedal bike, complete with speed streamers for extra speed. She can’t coordinate her feet to turn the pedals sustainably.Jae-Ho - … you can. Focus, Rory.Rory - I don't know how to focus, Jay-Yo[sic]. I'm not big enough yet.Touché, Rory.
A wasp gnawing a chunk out of our doughnut.Nadia - He's in our doughnut!Jae-Ho - I think it's fine.Nadia - But I want to kill him!Checkmate.
Finally, last because it’s not least and, let’s be real here, the reason for this post…
While crossing the street, a city worker coning and taping off the day’s work area.Worker - ♫ Everybody's got/ a job to do./ Everybody's got/ to move and groove. ♫
Jae-Ho
Rory is so right, Jay-Yo.
Overheard off my balcony, both neighbourhood kids:
“I like to move it move it. I like to move it move it. I like to move it move it.”
“It’s suuuuummer. It’s SUMMMMMMERRRRR. I’ll never be cold…AAAGGGGGAAAAIIIINNNNN.”
Yes, you are both right. Rory responded with a reasoned argument supported with facts. However, I’ve witnessed her exhibit intense acts of concentration while contemplating centres of gravity for the purpose of structural integrity in wooden block verticality. Given her proclivity for engineering (especially for height), of which there are numerous examples, I’d say her ability to focus is well developed. It’s just a matter of application.
However, the method to teach her to turn the pedals was not to focus. The opposite, actually. The method that seemed to work better was to turn the pedals with my hand with her feet still on the pedals. Then just let her go. Then muscle memory seemed to take over. Although, even this only had moderate success and at most contributed, but was not the essential solution. Eventually, it was just about giving her a push then let her do her thing.
Let me know if this balcony singer ever gets to, “No no. No no no no. No no no no. No no there’s no limit!”
Sounds like the summer guy might be the oldest child ever: one who thinks about retiring to Florida, or in your guys’ case, the Costa del Sol. You ever heard him/her complain about the government?