August 15th, 2005

running, bomb tech

Tee hee hee. Wherein the Lunatic is political yet humanitarian...

Wednesday night, 7:30, is the organized candlelight vigil in support of a) the woman who's devastated and protesting the war by Bush's place, and b) peace.

I gave the Cafe Fiat guys a poke on the issue, because it would be utterly wizard if they would host a vigil.

If not, I'm probably going to disband group a little early and go to the McDowell and Central vigil.

(It is somewhat ... Lunatic ... of me to attempt to tell a Catholic cafe about a generally liberal political event. But I do not particularly think the Catholic community is much more in support of people dying in a needless war than I am. Perhaps it needed to happen, but it was rushed into ass-backwards, it's being carried out with what sounds like a far less capable and organized plan than the '91 war, and the Shrubbery is only listening to the little voices in his head.)
Little Fayoumis, Nephew

Entertaining kids

It was really fun, playing with the rowdy kid on the bus the other night. I was coming back from shopping on Saturday, and there was a boy, his mother, his baby brother, and his mother's friend and current roommate at the bus stop. The mother looked a little too young-and-hip to have to be dealing with two small children, but she looked tired enough to establish that she had been dealing with them. The presumed four-year-old was on the edge of running rampant -- not actually getting away with too much in the way of young free spirit breakout and hollering and screaming, but on that defiant edge of too much energy, too tired, and a significant lag between order and obedience -- not to mention being told not to, waiting until evidently the order had expired, and then doing it again. (Is there some way to get it through to four-year-olds that "Don't do that" includes "and stay not doing it"?)

I mentioned that I'd had good luck with getting my roommate's son to do jumping jacks and "run his wiggles out" when situations with too much energy + too much sitting still arose. Maybe the hint will help her later on.

She was entirely occupied with the baby, and getting the stroller folded for the bus. It finally took help from one of the random youths around the bus stop to get the thing folded. She was tired and cranky, and the kid was obviously not tired enough. He was wiggly on the bus, and wanting to do things like pull the cord. (He was, to his credit, waiting until after someone else had actually pulled the cord for the stop before pulling it himself, reasoning that someone else was already getting off. I can sometimes follow four-year-old logic without having it explained.)

In the seating scramble, he had wound up in the back corner, and I had wound up in the middle of the back seat. So I was sitting generally next to him, with some space in between.

I'm always confused about what to do when there's a situation with a bored kid who I could probably help entertain, but the kid is a stranger. I do not want to be overly familiar and therefore spooky. I do not want to invite the child to violate their stranger-caution training.

The kid wound up clapping, and I clapped back. This turned into a clapping game, after the kid went through the process of "I clapped. She clapped. I'll clap again. Woah! She clapped too! I'll clap. Yes! She clapped! I'll clap. HEY! SHE'S PLAYING WITH ME! NOW I CAN HAVE FUN!" The clapping game turned into a game of mirror, where he'd touch a body part, I'd touch mine, and eventually involved things like claws and making faces. Things were getting very silly by the time my stop came up, and I asked him (the first time I'd spoken to him) if he could please pull that for me, because this was my stop.

His mom was happy that he'd been occupied and not causing trouble. Yay!

Bookmarks & links:

Two cty_therapy discussions involving canon:
Note to non-CTY fen: "canon" in this case is the body of music established as classics and vital to the soul of the Center for Talented Youth programs, rather than the works by the actual author as opposed to fanfic.
Also, the founder of CTY died.

(Naomi absolutely adores the one with her name on it.)

Fic rec: (WIP, has plot, pairings include Harry/Hermione, now proudly AU with some HBP-compliance)

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Someone on the bus smokes like they just met Trogdor. I feel ill.