Stop the presses our daughter’s a frickin’ genius! (Bet you never heard that out of a proud parent’s mouth.)
And we aren’t the only ones freaking out about it. I think she is, too. Just got a call from the preschool that she is on a hunger fast, and won’t leave the couch, where she has surrounded herself with books.
Why? Behold Fig. A, at right: her rendition of the ALPHABET. (A transcribed Fig. B here, for those of you who, due to your not being our daughter’s parent, might not be able to make the letters out .) It was rendered this morning – are you sitting down? – at about the rate of speed it took her to SING the alphabet. And not sing it like she was on Quaaludes, but rather sing it at a fairly decent clip. You know, like about at the pace that your ordinary three and-a-half year-old would sing it. Yes, your ordinary THREE AND A HALF YEAR OLD. Which means, I’m thinking, she’s not so ordinary. (Or could it be that that she’s ordinary, and our love and pride is, too? Dang, what a ride.)
I’m also now beginning to think that this roiling sea of thought inside her brain, this slo-mo mental super nova, just might be part of what’s been behind her, shall we call them, behavioral tics latelty.
It’s only a theory, but it is mine. About which (behavioral tics), watch this space on Monday. Hint: the appropriate soundtrack would be Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells, from The Exorcist.
Comments in a holding pattern this afternoon*
Howdy, LD reader! If you were going to keep your thoughts to yourself this afternoon, great, never mind this note.
If, however, you thought you might have a hankering to engage in dialog here, I need to tell you that a mechanic is (or will soon be, or just finished) tending to the proliferation of hieroglyphics in the archival material. You know, all this [–] poo that’s been littered all over the place? So that you can’t read through half an old post and not step in it? That stuff.
While the database is in the shop, the comments feature has been temporarily disabled.
We are brightly guardedly optimistic that all will be well as of well in advance of not too much later than Monday morning early this week, at which time I anticipate you will be greeted by not only a fresh new post, but neat n’ tidy punctuation and diacritics way back to this blog’s humble beginnings.
Thank you, and carry on.
* [Later update]
Never mind. Attempt mounted and then dismounted. Comments may be back in effect, but then so are the hieroglyphics. Carry on as if nothing strange is happening around here. Even if it is.