Word of the Week
furl, v. 1. To gather into a compact roll and bind securely, as a sail against a spar or a flag against its staff. 2. to become furled.
n. 1. The act of furling. 2. something furled, as a roll.
Picked because I use this one a lot. The etymology is uncertain! Either from Middle English ferler, “to fold,” or Old French ferliier, “chain, tie up, lock away.” This word is a hundred years older than “unfurl,” dating to the late 1500s, but most people know unfurl better.
Daughter at 5 Years
Yesterday we were having a nice (now sadly rare) lunch together out at a place with fortune cookies, so at the end of the meal, Child was having her cookie and I snitched a little broken-off crumb of it. To which she laughed and said, “Hey! MOMMY!”
Since Mommy’s mouth was full, she made little puppets out of her hands and they had a “conversation” solely composed of tones I could hum with my mouth closed. I mimicked the rise and fall of their voices as Hand #1 said, “I’m sorry I took part of your cookie!” and Hand #2 said, “It’s okay.” And then I asked her (once I’d swallowed!) what she thought the hands said, and she had a good guess based on the falling notes of Hand #2’s comment. Not the exact right one, though. But it was a fun enough exercise that she made puppets of her hands and tried it too, except her conversation was so long and convoluted there was no hope of me guessing what they said!
So my hand said so, to her hand (with actual talking, this time). And we played puppets that way for a while.
Once finished with lunch, we left the restaurant to head to the car, with Child still having hand conversations with herself. As we headed to the car, I heard her say in her puppet falsetto voice: “Hi! Want to play?”
“I can’t talk right now, someone’s holding my hand!”
Mommy pause. Look down. Yes, we’re crossing the street. Yes I’m holding her hand.
I started laughing and Child grinned at me. “Well, someone is!”
“You’re right,” I said. “I am!”
…and here I thought breaking the fourth wall was some kind of clever conceit that only adults did. It seems it’s something we have to re-learn that we did in childhood, something easy and silly and full of observation of how strange the intersection of reality and our own mental landscapes can be. No wonder it’s so funny: it’s full of the memories of children’s laughter. :)
Believe it or not I’m going to try to relax/do fun things this week, since putting out both books of the trilogy last week was a huge work push. So I’ve been painting for fun: laundry dragons! And I’ve been writing for fun: case studies! But once I’m done with the fun, I have a lot to do; I woke up from a nap Saturday with the realization that re-writing Books 2 and 3 of Her Instruments would be faster than editing them, and strangely having come to that conclusion I feel… lighter, like I’ve taken a weight off my shoulders. So that’s probably the right decision. I’m trying not to think too much about what that means for my schedule. Because I’ll get work done, right? So stressing about which project I’m working on is a bit overmuch. I’m trying to decrease the stress level here.
Other fun stuff: the Wingless audiobook’s first fifteen minutes dropped into my box yesterday, and I have listened, and it was ohhh so good. I am nervous about how good the rest of it is going to be, honestly. I might not be able to handle that much goodness. -_-
Elsewhere (The Fanciful Astronomy Edition)
• How the Sky Would Look if the Planets Were as Close as the Moon. Wow, check out Jupiter. O_O
• Russian Takes a Private Moon on a Journey Around the World. It’s a lamp! But the photos are fascinating.
Quote of the Week
El mundo cambia con tu ejemplo no con tu opinión. – Paulo Coelho
“The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion.”