School is starting next week, so I am running out of blog time while I engage in more mundane tasks such as shelling out lots of money on books, sewing buttons on uniforms, and cleaning out the shed in the hopes of finding clothes, shoes and/or books that will save us a little money (no such luck). In the meantime, my bored little girls are coming up with lots of fun, messy, and time consuming ideas to keep me busy (like I can't think of a thousand ways to keep busy on my own). So far they have tried car washing (rummaging around in the shed in search of buckets (leaving the corresponding trail of discarded items on the floor of the shed), dumping out the contents of the wagon (which was full of stuff we should have gotten rid of ages ago but didn't), and asking for soap, sponges, etc. They also decided to plant lentils, chickpeas, and beans just to see what comes up, and littered the patio with soil and watered their seeds before sweeping up the soil, so we had a patio full of mud. Their latest idea was to make play dough with flour and water, so they asked me to look for a recipe, and to keep them away from the t.v. and the DS, I agreed (even though I know the result will be a floor full of flour and food coloring stains all over the kitchen).
Now I'm off to buy a button for Vio's uniform, since one fell into an armchair while I was sewing it. This is one of those old armchairs that doesn't have removable cushions and finding lost items means digging around the sides with my hand. The whole family has tried to find the button, but no button is to be found anywhere inside the chair, and we didn't even get any loose change out of it (what kind of an armchair doesn't have any loose change? I'm seriously thinking of trading it in -after all, if I have to buy a new button, at least I should be able to do it with the lost change that should be in the chair). What did come out of the chair was: A lone sock, a magnet, a broken earring, a pocket mirror, and a plastic starfish. Oh, wait, I lied about not finding any change; there was a 5 peseta coin in there as well (considering the fact that we switched over to the euro in 2002, you can guess how often I check the insides of my armchairs).
About that sock, we now have a sock that doesn't have a mate (actually, we have quite a few, but this is the first that has come out of an armchair). Now, there are lots of theories about missing socks; some say they are sacrificial offerings made by the dryer to the god of socks, or that they breed with ballpoint pens to give birth to closets full of tangled coat hangers, but I believe the truth lies in the black holes we call sofas and armchairs. Recently, I heard that scientists at MIT have found a black hole that has left a dent in space-time, that they compare to the dimple that forms in one's favorite spot on the sofa. My theory is that the dimple in my armchair is a link to that very same black hole discovered by the MIT people, and at this very moment Vio's button and the missing sock must have gone through it to the land of all lost things. We must have caught the other sock in its desperate bid for freedom -maybe I should just leave it on the chair, where it will eventually find its way through the wormhole in the space-time continuum and be able to join its mate. That said, and before you get swallowed up by this black hole-of-a-post, I suggest you delve into own armchairs and see what turns up. Meanwhile, I'll get back to my buttons, and see if I ever find the time to do my next vacation post.
Update, September 9, 2007: Food coloring doesn't exist in Pamplona. Okay, it exists, because our strawberry yogurts are pink (and I don't think there's any real strawberry anywhere in there), but you can't buy it in the supermarket. So it's okay for big food companies to use it, but it must be too dangerous for home use -"Watch out! She's armed with food coloring, and she's not afraid to use it!". This, along with chocolate chips, is just one of those things we had in the U.S. that we can't get here. I guess our play dough will just have to be white (or more accurately, whitish-grey, which is the color it gets after a few minutes in the kids' hands). With all the cheap flights available these days, maybe I should just hop on a plane to the U.S. and come back with a load full of the stuff. Of course I might get stopped on my way through customs for importing an potentially dangerous illegal food-enhancing substance.