Well, I took last week off because of spring break and the whole kids with me constantly I can't think when will this be over thing. That's over now. Of course, it is Thursday of the following week, so it took me a while to recover. And there are still no photos. I am aware of this, deeply aware, and somewhat regretting the choice to use a more DIY blogger that causes me to have to actually really think about putting photos in. Thinking is not really on the agenda, despite my rich fantasy life where I do lots of it and solve the world's problems. Which I have done, I just don't have time to tell you.
Anyway, this has been a really bummer week news wise, what with the crazy people and the guns. There are some really huge, horrible things happening in the world. But there are also some really great wonderful things happening, too. They just get no air time. So I am refusing to be sucked into the negativity of the "terrorist" menace, the nut job menace, and the government menace.
I'm going to concentrate on problems closer to home. Incredibly stupid problems. Oh crap, I feel a tirade coming on. Yep, that's what it is. So, we have this really cool park in my little old burg of Unremarkable, CA, that no one has heard of but the missionaries. This park is threatened with eradication because it is an old insurance menace.
The fact that it is picturesque and imagination-provoking, that it has actual dragons, dinosaurs and the opportunity to slide out of a whale's mouth is immaterial. These things are made out of—heaven help us—cement! What we really need are more hyper-designed, ultra-safe modular, tubular, cognitively enhanced play areas for our darling wee tots to continue their lives unencumbered by any corporeal self-preservation skills whatsoever. (Don't even get me started on the horror of the splinter-inducing wood chip substrates under these new marvels. Those are definitely the product of a fetishist cabal to ensure mommies don't wear open-toed shoes at the park.)
I know this has happened in lots of places, but why? It really shouldn't. I am not in favor of kids getting seriously injured, and I know that shit happens, but seriously, the kids are more likely to get maimed or gravely injured in a fender bender on the way to the park. I can't possibly be the only one who reads insurance statistics?
I have to admit I wasn't all up in arms about this (well, I had calmed down about it anyway), but my sister, who lives in Unremarkable, IL, (Like Mayberry, only more cosmopolitan) told me that her town's picturesque mid-century modern cement climbing structures were under scrutiny now, too. And they are the coolest things ever, the kids love them, and they don't even have teeth or fins!
Is there some kind of lobby by the people that make the big tubular structures that I don't know about? Parks in this country are starting to look like McDonald's everywhere: exactly the same reliable old thing. Oh gee, another tubular climbing structure. Whee.
Anyway, this has been a really bummer week news wise, what with the crazy people and the guns. There are some really huge, horrible things happening in the world. But there are also some really great wonderful things happening, too. They just get no air time. So I am refusing to be sucked into the negativity of the "terrorist" menace, the nut job menace, and the government menace.
I'm going to concentrate on problems closer to home. Incredibly stupid problems. Oh crap, I feel a tirade coming on. Yep, that's what it is. So, we have this really cool park in my little old burg of Unremarkable, CA, that no one has heard of but the missionaries. This park is threatened with eradication because it is an old insurance menace.
The fact that it is picturesque and imagination-provoking, that it has actual dragons, dinosaurs and the opportunity to slide out of a whale's mouth is immaterial. These things are made out of—heaven help us—cement! What we really need are more hyper-designed, ultra-safe modular, tubular, cognitively enhanced play areas for our darling wee tots to continue their lives unencumbered by any corporeal self-preservation skills whatsoever. (Don't even get me started on the horror of the splinter-inducing wood chip substrates under these new marvels. Those are definitely the product of a fetishist cabal to ensure mommies don't wear open-toed shoes at the park.)
I know this has happened in lots of places, but why? It really shouldn't. I am not in favor of kids getting seriously injured, and I know that shit happens, but seriously, the kids are more likely to get maimed or gravely injured in a fender bender on the way to the park. I can't possibly be the only one who reads insurance statistics?
I have to admit I wasn't all up in arms about this (well, I had calmed down about it anyway), but my sister, who lives in Unremarkable, IL, (Like Mayberry, only more cosmopolitan) told me that her town's picturesque mid-century modern cement climbing structures were under scrutiny now, too. And they are the coolest things ever, the kids love them, and they don't even have teeth or fins!
Is there some kind of lobby by the people that make the big tubular structures that I don't know about? Parks in this country are starting to look like McDonald's everywhere: exactly the same reliable old thing. Oh gee, another tubular climbing structure. Whee.
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