Death is not worse pain than an empty life. -- Lun Tha

I just counted out one hundred individual Legos® bricks.

This was a tricky gig, because – as you may know if you have purchased a way-cool Legos® set in the last few years or so – buying these little building blocks means buying all sorts of custom-molded parts.  Oddly angled roof-shingles.  Traffic signals. A cement mixer's barrel.  Window frames.  Pieces decorated with hieroglyphics for the Sphinxian set.  All SORTS of specialty items in these kits, now. 

As a matter of fact, we requested that Cartoon Ranger receive a box of "just the bricks" for his Legos® this past Christmas.  Just so he had some of the basics.  Remember, those over thirty out there, having to figure out how to make a window without The Window Piece?

Anyway.  I counted out (with Cyclone helping me on the Great Legos® Expedition in the Toy Drawers) one hundred teeny-tiny building blocks.  For Cartoon Ranger's class tomorrow.  Because it is...drumroll?... Day 100 of school.

Granted, he hasn't been in preschool for one hundred days, since he didn't start 'til mid-October. But it still baffles my brain that wow...the year is more than half over. Already. Wow.

So tomorrow is the class party.With a whopping one dozen students (the maximum population for his class), they are having a make-your-own-pizza party and playing with 1200 things which will be grouped for educational activities for the kids.  CR also chose to bring a pack of English Muffins.

I dig that. I am so enjoying seeing his involvement with his environment and his burgeoning conversational endeavors. It's so fun to have an argument with him with words.  It really, really is.

Cyclone is working on a research paper about Silent Movies. His teacher is allowing them to choose their own topic (subject to approval, which he received) for a research paper. I like this. It will teach them the skills while studying something of their own choosing.  How cool is that? 

Mums asked me if I needed a vacation this summer, to do my annual "I'm running AWAY from my family!" thing.  In past years, I have totally needed it.  But not this year. This year, it's been good to have an empty house during the mornings and early afternoons.  Absolutely lovely.

So as I reflect in random fashion this Sunday evening (avoiding the football games as much as humanly possible), I am content and at my ease.