I tried to fix a hammer today, which somehow had its head and handle separated. There was a bit of a struggle with it, and I was pushing and heaving at it before Ummi comes along, calmly takes the parts and in one swift uber cool Matrix-like movement fixes it with one hand. She then holds it up, grinning at me and says: “I’m a carpenter’s daughter.”
Mums are so cool.
Today I was given the task of going through all the old boxes we have stored away, and to sift through our old toys and books to decide which we want kept and which we were going to give away for charity. Some of the things date back more than a decade, and naturally nostalgia took its swing at me. It’s funny, looking at history through things. You tend to remember things you had long forgotten. For instance, it suddenly occurred to me today that I played with cars and trucks just as much as I did with dolls and kitchen sets. It kind of shows, the way I turned out. I don’t know if I should add ‘unfortunately’ at the back of that last sentence.
Anyway.
Abah said he expected everything to be done by today, which was insane of course, mainly because I ended up taking out my old toys and…playing with them. We had these old plastic bowling pins with its matching old plastic bowling ball, so you can guess what I was doing for the most part of the afternoon. No playmates though, the organising is my work alone. After that I took out my kid brother’s Doctor Set and Toolbox and pretended I was Dr House and Bob The Builder (though not simultaneously). An afternoon well spent, I’d say.
(Help/I need to grow up)
Enough said here.
PS-I should probably also mention my brother and I have water balloons stored in our bathroom for future use.
My idea.
but i must say, i wouldnt have thought that you’re the type.
