Well, isn't it funny? I hesitated to send my last post about plastics. Yes, I love that I can spout on whatever I want here in this space since, unlike a letter, my being here doesn't make you feel obligated to read it. But I felt a little too preachy, too sure of myself. When I got a comment from fellow navel gazer (and I mean that in a good way :), Candace, I realized that maybe I put myself off as living perfectly. Or--cringe--being overly dogmatic and judgmental. Trust me, I'm way too much of a curious cat and a dilettante to be consistently dogmatic.
I really was just trying to share my struggle and that great trailer from the movie Tapped.
And then, the next day, we found the most wonderful piece of plastic that has already given us all hours of joy.
A stop at the local used children's store with a big box of outgrown clothes to sell (profit $7) led to a sighting of a Playmobil pirate set with about a hundred accompanying pieces (spent $40). Well, if you know Playmobil, you know it was a score. The children love the Playmobil toys they've been given as gifts. If you know me, you won't be surprised to know that I've been eyeing Playmobils in the toy store, ruminating... "nice German plastic, could I live with buying it new?"... and then wondering if I did buy some whether I would buy what appealed to me...fairies, farms, and snowpeas in wheelbarrows...or what Isaiah wanted...pirates and knights. Yes, the rumination goes on and on...just be glad you don't live inside my head.
And now, literally, hours of fun. Inside and outside. Alone or with friends.
And it's all good.
