Train of Thought

Is this a sign that I’m getting old, or just that I’ve got too much crap in my head?

Earlier today, I had a great idea for the blog entry. I even wrote the idea down on a Post-It note at work.

I left it there.

I’ve forgotten what that great idea was. And in looking around online, I can’t find anything that I actually want to write about.

Oh sure, there’s the brouhaha over the changes coming to Netflix. And they will hit us somehow, but I’m still waiting to hear back on how it will impact us in terms of the ratings and queues we already have set up. In some limited research that I’ve done this evening, I’ve discovered that at 4 DVDs, we’re in a small minority of customers: most people apparently only have the two DVD plan. But I jumped the gun some time ago and got queues for the kids so that they could get their own movies. We’ll see if that continues for much longer.

Tomorrow’s picture day for the girls. I remember when I was in elementary school that I was generally ambivalent to disinterested in picture day. Though routinely, I’d be handed a free comb by one of the assistants and told to comb my hair. But little did they realize that I could do nothing with it. My hair hung on my head like a blanket.

It’s taken being a parent to appreciate school pictures: for a relatively cheap price (compared to booking a professional photographer), you get decent pictures to hand out to family and friends. But even better is that you later can use them to create the “child growing up flip-book,” a stop-motion study in how your kid has aged and become the taller, louder, more obstinate and less compliant being they are now. If you’re really good, you can actually pinpoint the exact moment in the photos when the change happened.

It seems more complicated now than it was when I was a kid. You get choices of poses, backgrounds, airbrushing. Back “in my day,” you had the choice of plain, or that silly multi-angle-in-one picture shot, which, if nothing else, completely dates the photo to the 1970s.

Hannah and Zoe will go through the usual process tomorrow that they’ve practices now once a year for six years already. But the picture will be missing one thing this year: a uniform. That’ll be weird. Really.

So there you go. I couldn’t think of anything to write about. Sorry it’s short…

See you tomorrow.