creativity and self expression...

...is for the birds, if you're two and a 1/2.  My little group of boys weren't channeling anything remotely creative or self-expression-ey today.  They begged to do "painting", but about two minutes after they started painting, they're all like "I've finished now".  Luckily I had a suggestion up my sleeve.  We all went outside to find some pebbles, the idea was to paint the pebbles and use them as 'stamps'.  They caught on pretty quickly, but it wasn't too long before they abandoned the pebbles and started painting their hands and making hand prints.  Then right in the middle of what seemed like a good time, one of them says "I've had enough now", and they all want to stop.  Later on (when they wake up, apparently collecting some pebbles, painting them, and goofing around with paint is hard work),  they can stick eyes and hair on them and take the pebbles home as "pet rocks".

Scott returned home last night after being on the road all week, in the four days that he was away he travelled 2239km.  He planned his trip so he could spend his last night at Moree, a small town in the middle of cotton farming NSW, literally in the middle of nowhere, but made lush by the presence of underground hot springs.  The tapped water is 41C, but is cooled before reaching the various baths around the town, usually to about 30C.  He says he spend an hour and a half hot and shrivelled in his motel's hot pool, after being cornered by a 70 something "grey nomad" have-a-chat, who wouldn't shut up...when he went back to his room he called me to say he had a headache, but he wasn't sure if it was from the stifling heat of the pool or the endless talking of the old chook.  Here's a link, but he didn't stay at this actual place.  He stayed at the much less salubrius Dragon & Phoenix motel.

posted by: blytheswideshut at August 26, 2005 11:02 | link | comments |

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