My Ramble

It seems inevitable that when I do make my way back into the full-time workforce I will be in some way interacting with computers. I think back to about 5 years ago when I left Borders, the ideas and plans that I had back then seem like miles from where I am or what I have done since then. Leaving that job (Shelving Supervisor for those memory-impaired individuals out there) to stay home full time with what eventually became Holly AND Ryan I had ideas of buying learn language tapes, and teaching them Spanish concurrent to their normal language development. And who knows if they responded well to that, I thought maybe more too, Japanese, or Italian. Who knows?

But I never did any of that. Holly and Ryan sure are, in my opinion well-advanced in alphabet, and phonics skills. And Ryan is a wicked color-er. He is so good! He could be an artist if he wanted to. Holly is spelling and inquisitive about the world in ways that I never was. It is actually kind of like therapy for me. I think that I have a block of some sort, I have hinted at this before but I'll restate it now. In my head the dialogue that I engage in is something along the lines of more intellectual curiosity, musings of quirks, and one might say something a bit more refined then you might read in Maxim or Entertainment Weekly. But when I open my mouth to speak, it is like I can't make the big words fit out through the ridiculously small opening into the world. Not that I feel like Einstein trapped in Forrest Gump's head, I won't mention my IQ here (but I think I will put it in my profile, heh) but sometimes I know that people don't "get me", or the ideas that I try to convey. I do think that I "get it" pretty regularly when people are describing concepts or ideas to me, but if I try to verbalize it and repeat it to someone else, I get tongue-tied like I have had a six-pack of lager.

So my point is that when Holly asks me about why the guy at the grocery store is bald, or where eggs come from (not chickens, the obvious answer, but where on a chicken they come out from), or how a wire holds the electricity for the light, it is like a push for me to think and verbalize the kind of concepts that I have trouble getting out into the light, even though I can think of diagrams and page numbers of books that would show her exactly what she wants to know.

Well, that seems a long way from the first sentence of this post so I might as well end it right here.