Honestly, I’m not a big “take the day off” sort of guy. I’m a workaholic. I define myself by what I do. I code… I sit in a little room, listen the heavy metal music, and write the best code I can. (And yes, it’s awesome code.) Still, a friend of mine said “your kids don’t care about your project right now…” so Friday, was to be my day off.
It started with a day in the mud. We awoke, and we went out to the South 47 farms, where apparently, someone had ordered 50 tons of mud spread around the place. We did the farm tots experience, and I can now say, that 2009 has involved the requisite minimum hay ride count. The same can be said of corn mazes. Picking pumpkins concluded our farm experience, and Lydia was the only child who picked a pumpkin that actually weighed less than herself.
The remainder of the day was fairly lounge-worthy. An early chicken dinner gave way to the carving festivities. Zoe and I spent the first of our carving time cleaning off 4 pounds of mud from the pumpkins, and by the time we’d completed them, Lydia and Heather had completed the tiny “princess pumpkin.” Emerson had fallen quite deeply to sleep while Heather and Zoe dug through pounds of seedy innards. Zoe’s pumpkin had a distinct “Scary Sloth from Goonies” sort of appeal, while Emerson’s was a classic “semi-toothless” grin.
The evening ended with a quick family movie night. We’d been going with the classics… Star Wars, Wizard of Oz, but this time, we tried more a “modern classic”, watching The Neverending Story. That movie brings fond memories for any child of the 80s, but there is a distinct campiness there. A REALLY distinct campiness. It’s a campiness that’s almost unwatchable.
However, there’s an emotional capability that I didn’t remember immediately. I’m speaking, of course, of the Death of Artax. The story-lead Atreyu, leading his horse (Artax) through the Swamps of Sadness, realizes that the sadness has overtaken the poor horse, eventually drowning the beast. Atreyu, obviously, emotionally distraught… cries out for his horse. Sebastian, the “kid reading the story,” cries out for the horse. And Lydia, tears streaming from eyes to ears, gave the most accusatory glares as she could muster for the parents who decided to show her a pony-snuff-film.
I didn’t look at my computer once, hauled 160+ pounds of children and pumpkin around all day (although, a good 10 pounds of weight was likely just in dirt.) All told, not a bad day off.