Last night we went to see Howl’s Moving Castle; the children attended the world premiere during the film festival this summer, and insisted that I should not miss seeing it in the theatre. I resisted because I’m a cheapskate but they persevered; they said that we would have fun.
My son couldn’t read the captions fast enough so I craned my neck over his seat, whispering each line. Walking home from the (very good) movie, we stopped on the Jesus Green to look at the stars. He pointed out the constellations, and I saw the Big Dipper for the first time.
In other news, it was “Walk to School Week” and my son interpreted this to mean that he must not ride his bicycle.
This morning on the walk to school we watched as a cyclist was hit by a car. It could have been much more bloody than it was; the bus that could have run over him stopped.
I would have preferred not to have this object lesson to reinforce my fundamental views, namely, that it is important to strive for safety but also enjoy life when possible.
Anything could change at any moment.