The May issue of ION hit the street today. The associated new content is up on the Arts and Culture page. I was also featured as “contributor of the month” (which basically means the PTB couldn’t find anyone they really wanted to honour) but I’m still pleased to fill the void. And FYI, I wrote the blurb myself.
Meanwhile, in less professional parts of the world…
Despite the fact that I spent Saturday night in an unheated wooden hut with a tarp roof, in the pouring rain, huddled in my sleeping bag, wearing a toque, a hood, and every warm piece of clothing I had with me, camp went really well.
Here’s something I don’t get, though: why do small children always want to hand grownups garbage? Even if there’s a trash bin right next to them my girls seem to prefer to hand ME all of the following:
* Half eaten bits of food
* Snotty tissues
* Gum (right out of their mouths)
* Assorted wrappers and other trash
* Anything they find disgusting, but still decided to pick up (including really fat slugs)
I had forgotten about this from last year. I soon learned to direct the girls to the bins rather than offering an open palm, but that didn’t keep them from saying “Here, Jen!” and trying to give me whatever gross stuff they had on hand. Obviously, somewhere along the line, a bad precedent has been set in regards to this issue. And I have the slimy palms to prove it.