Of course, for India and the cavalcade of charismatic characters, it's still Saturday. Somewhere around the 4:00 hour, I should think, though no one's really keeping track. It's a bit strange how days where little or nothing happens can feel slower than an elevator ride with an obese, flatulent Schnauzer. But days that are chock-a-block full fly by. Like an elevator ride with a supermodel. I have no idea what time would feel like in an elevator with an obese, flatulent supermodel.
While India's parents, Fred and Elizabeth, are home cogitating on how to cheer up India, India's wandering the neighborhood and running into unexpected things and people:
Last week I talked briefly about how being a kid can be like watching a TV show because your parents take care of just about everything. When you're a kid, what you don't know can fill up an entire world. And, in point of fact, it DOES. That can be frustrating and awful. But sometimes it can also be wonderful. Because you don't know how the sausage is made (and don't even know enough to ask), magic exists. And that magic creates wonder and excitement and curiosity.
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." -Arthur C. Clarke
What magic did you believe in when you were a kid? (Go ahead, write in. I'd love to hear your stories.)
One Christmas when I was a little kid, my parents woke up before me and put the presents out. They realized too late they had forgotten to wrap one of my presents. So, in a brilliant example of quick thinking, they tossed the present into the snowbank outside just before I came into the room. I noticed it immediately and asked about it.
"Oh," they said, non-nonchalantly, "Santa must have dropped that. If he doesn't come back for it, I guess you can keep it."
Suffice it to say, I believed in Santa from that point on until early last week.
Cheers.
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