Facebook, two weeks from now and my account will be deleted. Linkd In is next. My blackened toes and moments of clarity in-between evenings imbibing cans of Devils Bit have brought me to the simple and sweeping realization. Now is now, now is gone. Now is now. Everything hinges on now.
It’s ok to eat baked beans. It’s ok to eat pasta and cheese. It’s ok to eat plain toast, drink black coffee, tea with milk. It’s ok. It’s ok to eat in your car, walk in the park, watch people passing by. It’s ok to window shop. It’s ok. It’s ok to aspire, it’s ok to play monopoly. It’s ok to have a trade, an education, a work ethic. It’s ok. Sometimes enough is enough. It’s ok to value your health. It’s ok to be imperfect. It’s ok.
The interesting thing about running a marathon is really, encountering the people who have chosen to run it and those who come to support the runners. Barcelona was a great experience, and the stoic yet warm nature of the people was so obvious. I think I’ll run this one again. Any society, I believe, is preserved by it’s own sense of humour, and protest, can be subtle and determined.
So here’s the thing. The kids are growing up, and, well, Dad is falling behind. How do you strike a spark in the 5 year old mind. He wanted an experiment, and the simplest one was provided by YouTube. Put baking soda in a small bottle and then chuck in vinegar and a n alkaline base reaction occurs releasing CO2. So we completed this by placing a balloon over the bottle and inflating the balloon with CO2. It took a few tries, and it was messy, but we got it in the end. The real experiment had yet to begin!
I filled the second balloon with air and the we compared how they fell. The balloon with CO2 consistently fell faster than the balloon filled with air. By this simple device I could explain gravity, and invisible gases to my son. Complex but easily explained in the end.