Earlier in the week, well Sunday, at the Irish food fest, I brought Smithwicks and I had to take a photo of the little figurines the littler ones were handing me as they jumped from this game to that one, or that toy to another one. They were absolute play-mode and those of us being Irish (drinking and eating) were merely big items in their way. Occasionally we were a monster or a bridge or a doorway or a robber, and you never knew what they were making of you as they were playing because your body was merely a part of their imaginative investigation of the toys in their hands.
Hence these little guys placed on my beer.
I've always been the 15 and up parental figure, so I got to bypass the figurines in my home (okay, don't laugh...many know I tend to collect toys I don' t need or shouldn't have). I never had the 'ouch #@$#@$ Lego experience of stepping on plastic @#$ all over my house). I experienced it, though, with my niece and nephews. Phew. Ishy. Those lego days were brutal. Kris and Dave must have 100 markings on the bottom of their feet.
Tonight, I have numerous meetings, so I'm hoping to spend the morning grading, as I got trapped by the University's Word update last night. It took me a few hours to figure out how to open Word documents because the University updated their system with a new variation of Word. I called...no response...but eventually I figured it out by reading 101 webpages on how to possibly get into new University software. As always, it was stupidly easy in the end...just had to figure out the game needed this time. It's so frustrating when something as easy as opening a document no longer can occur because of an update.
This is probably why I'm writing about playfulness and joy this a.m. - we adults complicate everything way too much. And with that, I'm off to play with student work.
