July 29th, 2007

good mris pic

a continuing happy

I had some people over for cake last night. Every time I do something like this, I have to remind myself that I like more people than I can chat satisfyingly with in an evening, more people than I could fit in the house, and so I have to invite a subset of the people I like. And then I do, and then I still don't get to talk enough to half of the people involved. Still, a good time had by all, particularly by me, and my house has a new motto! Courtesy of the youngest scion of the house of haddayr. We're thinking of having it embroidered to hang:

"mrissa's house: it's not icky."

I think one of the reasons I have such good birthdays is that I have such broad good expectations of them. I loved walking in the rain with the dog on my birthday. If it hadn't rained, I would have been pleased that it had stayed so clear and fine on my birthday. If we'd been in a tornado warning, I probably would have enjoyed snuggling in with a fresh book. I am pleased by presents I knew I wanted and presents I didn't know I wanted. Presents of objects, presents of ideas, presents of experiences, presents of greetings. I am even pleased by absence of presents, because I don't like anybody to feel that a gift (to anyone at any time) is an obligation, and if they didn't give me one, it clearly means that they don't feel a gift is an obligation, and so I have succeeded in that regard, and that makes me happy.

I have more birthday happiness ahead of me today with a few more people, and I have arrangements to make for more good things in my life, and all in all, it's been a good time to be the mrissa lately.
auntie: Robin

Pete and Repeat were in a boat.

One of the primary duties of a godparent is to teach the godchildren annoying things. My own godfather Dave, for example, taught me to talk like a Valley Girl when I was in my early grade school years. (Happily, he also taught me to stop.) In that fine tradition, timprov set about to teach Robin the really annoying circular whatsit:

timprov: Hey, Robin, I have one for you. Pete and Repeat were in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was left?
Robin: Repeat!
timprov: Pete and Repeat were in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was left?
Robin: Just the other Pete!

And all the grown-ups laughed that he saw his way out of it on the second time through, and so, heartened by his success, Robin dimpled and went on:

Robin: Hey, Tim, Pete and Repeat were in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was left?
timprov, obligingly: Repeat.
Robin, in congratulatory tones: You got it!

markgritter also taught him Rock, Paper, Scissors...sort of. porphyrin says she would love to be a fly on the wall when Robin attempts to explain this game to the other kids at daycare, and I have to agree that it would almost certainly amuse the heck out of me.