Blog Number 279

Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.

Sometime over the weekend (Saturday I guess) I was playing with the daughter.  She had her clay out (not really clay but kind of like Play-Do).  We were sitting my my bedroom and she was building a plate about 1 inch in diameter.  I decided to build a pan but it ended up looking like a wok with a handle.  She then made a pot with a lid (including the little handle on top) and then she made a bowl.  While I busied myself with some (out of proportion) silverware she made some little peas to put in her pan.  The peas were too big in comparison to the pot and wok but were a good fit for the massive spoon and fork I had fashioned.  The play time lasted up until I got some clay under my fingernails (which I don't like) so I quit and went quickly to wash my hands.  She, however, continued on throughout the rest of the day improving and adding to her kitchenware clay creations.

Sunday morning as we piled in the car the wife noticed that the daughter had some clay (still in the pot and plate shapes) on her shoes.  As she reached into the back seat and did her best to clean off her shoes she was wadding the clay up into a ball.  This ball of clay she promptly put in the cup holder of the Buick.  As I watched her do this I could not help saying to myself, "Welcome, clay, to your permanent home."  You see, things that are put in the cup holder "temporarily" always end up there for the long haul.  Hair clips, rubber bands, used tissues, change (rarely), and trash of any kind all go to that cup holder conveniently located right there within reach.  The are put there with the same promise / lie, "I will take that out when we get home."  I am powerless as the driver to do anything but play along with the charade.  "OK" I say.  That is the only line I have in this little play.  I do sigh heavily but I am not sure if that is an actual speaking part.  The last scene of all is the person (usually the wife) who put the stuff in the cup holder leaving the car (fade out, start theme music).

I forgot to check on the way to work this morning if the clay made it out or not.  With the Texas summer coming though I fear that unlike other items that are deposited there, the clay will do some permanent damage.  I will have to let you know.

Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.

Jon