Look. If Claire doesn’t, who’s going to love that cat? I mean really. Besides. I don’t want you people thinking she’s all mayhem all the time. Just most of the time. Puncuated with bouts of adorable loving sweetness.
Claire has learned how to put on her own shoes. And, as any normal of Princess of the Galaxy does, she likes a little variety in her wardrobe. Frequently this will lead to her picking two shoes from different sets. Unfortunately, they are frequently for the same foot.
When putting on her own shoes she’s learned the implication of “That’s the wrong foot, Claire.” So. Fun for parents on a Saturday afternoon: Let your daughter find a mismatched pair of shoes for the same foot and tell her that that particular shoe is for the wrong foot. Instead of finding a matching shoe, she’ll keep switching them from foot to foot. She gets the joy of learning how to put shoes on and take them off and we get comic gold. Glorious.
Possible downside: the twenty third attempt heralds the arrival of Gozer the Gozerian.
If you could, for just one day, do any job what would you do? I’m okay with these sorts of questions. I don’t have an overwhelming love affair with them, but they certainly can make for interesting conversation.
I think the crux of this one is in the qualifier. For one day only. The meat of the answer lies with experience. I don’t know about you, but I’d want my dream job for more than a day. So, if that’s out, what’s left? Experience. What job would you like to experience for a day? The easy answer is something like an explorer. An astronaut or a deep sea diver. Maybe a mountaneer. On their greatest day, what an experience. But, even then, living that dream for a day would necessarily be halved. You could certainly appreciate the awesomeness of looking down on the earth from behind the faceplate of a space suit. Part of what makes that such a rewarding experience is the jounrey to it.
That’s my primary issue with the question. My fundamental philosophy on life tends more towards, like, appreciating the journey, man. Years of training and dedication take that picture and add a depth of emotion to it that can’t be experienced simply by being there for the day. Guys who shell out a fortune to go up in a Russian space shuttle get the experience of a life time. Sure. But put that experience along side a person that literally spent their life working toward that moment. You see?
It’s a good exercise. A great conversation maker. It teases out our hopes and dreams. It adds depth of understanding amongst friends about what makes them, well, them. But, really, I wouldn’t want my dream job for a day. Not just a day. I want to live it. I think my perspective may be a little different today. I’m about to head on a job. Is it the job I want? Is this the career I want? Are my current options going to allow for a path to the career I want? I may be too pragmatic for this game.
Now, if it’s experience we’re after. Well. I think I’d like to be a lady for a day. Not in the wouldn’t-make-it-out-of-the-house-keys-to-the-kingdom way. But, I would like the perspective it would add. Knowing something that I can’t know in any non-fantastical setting. But, this falls apart again on the one day only qualifier. I’d need years and years to gain any true insight. So, if not this, what?
What if I could be a fully qualified emergency response professional for a day? Save a life. If for one day, I could do anything, it’d be awesome to do something that would carry on beyond that day. Save a life. I suppose that feels a bit of a Miss USA world peace kind of answer. But, it would be an experience worth having and provide something that would ripple out through that person’s life. If I could do anything for a day, I’d like it to make a difference.
On the other hand, impossible dreams aren’t really so far away. Right now, for tonight, I’m pretending I’m a writer. And I’m pretending that what I say might make you spin your brain up. Just for a little while. Look at that. Experience. Work. And a potentially lasting impact.
If you could do anything for one day, what would you do? Well, you know. This.
It’s also possible I’ve completely misunderstood the question.
Seriously. She does this stuff all on her own. I left some socks on the bathroom floor. She found them and successfully adorned herself with them. On the appropriate appendages. I move that this makes her the smartest, if temporarily fashion crazy, not two year old on the block.
What? The Princess of the Galaxy wants what she wants.
Man. You thought she liked cookies. And, hey. Note that we’re clearly sensible parents. You want some ice cream? No shirt for you baby. Then a bath. Sooper Efishent. Very classy.
Friends and family. Today was a big day for the Dass Compound. Well. Today was a big day for me. I interviewed for a government contract position, with my current company, this morning. Two hours later, I found out that I had (surprising everyone, myself included) beaten out my competition and won the job offer. I start my new position in mid-July. In between now and then, joyous chaotic scrambling mayhem while we train a replacement.
For those of you keeping score. This time last year, I was unemployed. Now, I’ve received essentially my second promotion with a professional company. This one competition based. I’ll keep my eye peeled for buses and lightning bolts. But, hey. Livin’ the dream. Check back in two or three months for what I assume will merit even greater news. At least, my life is trending that way.
Blerg. Claire had a little bit of the pukes earlier today. It appears to have passed. No fever. No more puking. Reasonable appetite. We shall see. For the moment, CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN is on stand down.