William went to a kindergarten where the pick-up policy is that the parents wait outside the classroom and the teachers send the children out---so you had to be there a little early. This meant there was some stand-around time before the class dismissed, and it was a fun time for chatting with other parents. Some of us started arriving even earlier, on purpose.
Statistically speaking, about half of the families on a class list are going to split up. Out of the twenty families with kindergartners in the class, only two had split up so far. Once this had occurred to me, I had several times when I would be looking around at all of us, thinking, "Which?"
Recently the same thought occurred to me about the blogs I read. Some of us are divorced and some of us are divorcing, but not as many as statistics estimate WILL BE divorced. Over the years, if we all keep hanging out, it's going to keep happening. Pa-chow. Pa-chow. Pa-chow. Some of us may already have an inkling that we may be in that group, and others of us are going to get blind-sided.
I don't even find it depressing so much as interesting. Like looking around your graduating class and thinking, "Some of us are going to be happy, and some will be successful, and some will struggle their whole lives, and some will have sad tragedies, and some...." etc. It's that feeling of knowing the future but not yet knowing how things will be assigned or how they'll happen.
Well. *brushes hands briskly* Enough of that! Carpe etc. Gather ye etc. Eat drink etc. Don't borrow etc. Sufficient unto the day etc.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...