flying jolly roger
Is it almost Halloween already? Good grief. I had a lovely birthday a few weeks back, complete with the traditional pizza and then dark hot chocolate from Burdick’s (two years in a row makes it a tradition, okay). Turning twenty-five feels like a big deal, somehow; by our arbitrary human calculations, it’s a fairly significant number. Twenty-five is time to be a grown-up: a young grown-up, but a grown-up nonetheless. There’s this one part in one of the Mary Poppins books, when they’re having the tea party on the ceiling with Uncle Albert(?), and they have to think of something sad in order to get back down. Somebody suggests that growing up is sad, and Jane pictures herself, all grown up and carrying a handbag, and finds it exciting rather than sad. At the time, I couldn’t even imagine being twenty-five. I was sure it would never happen to me.
Hah. But “grown-up” is kind of a sad word, though. Having grown up. Growing as a finished action. Well, screw that. It’s okay to let go of some parts of childhood, to be finished with them. Certain other parts, I’ve decided, it’s okay to keep. And I don’t have to stop growing. Especially not when I love so many things, and have so much still to learn and to do.
Especially not right before Halloween, which (as all should know) is a time of old magics, and new ones.
The big question is, will wearing my atrocious homemade plaid trousers on Halloween make me more recognizable as Professor McGonnagall, or less?
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I know I promised a post on evolutionary biology in some new children’s books, and that will happen, but it’s been put on the back burner for now. (Especially since Robin McKinley’s Pegasus comes out in a few days, and some of you will probably want to read it first.) But mostly this is because I’ve finally gotten some (not very helpful) feedback on a Thing, which if it’s going to actually be a Thing, needs some serious work.
I really, really don’t want to work on it any more. But I think I have to.
If only people were a little clearer on what “in a timely fashion” means. XD
Hah. But “grown-up” is kind of a sad word, though. Having grown up. Growing as a finished action. Well, screw that. It’s okay to let go of some parts of childhood, to be finished with them. Certain other parts, I’ve decided, it’s okay to keep. And I don’t have to stop growing. Especially not when I love so many things, and have so much still to learn and to do.
Especially not right before Halloween, which (as all should know) is a time of old magics, and new ones.
The big question is, will wearing my atrocious homemade plaid trousers on Halloween make me more recognizable as Professor McGonnagall, or less?
***
I know I promised a post on evolutionary biology in some new children’s books, and that will happen, but it’s been put on the back burner for now. (Especially since Robin McKinley’s Pegasus comes out in a few days, and some of you will probably want to read it first.) But mostly this is because I’ve finally gotten some (not very helpful) feedback on a Thing, which if it’s going to actually be a Thing, needs some serious work.
I really, really don’t want to work on it any more. But I think I have to.
If only people were a little clearer on what “in a timely fashion” means. XD