I'm learning to not get all hot under the collar about honesty, particularly as it pertains to a certain 6-year-old boy. Because it seems that his definition of honesty is quite a bit different from mine.
This morning he locked himself in the bathroom for about 30 minutes. This isn't unusual, the bathroom is a favorite play-place of his. But normally there are sounds of water, or at least of toilet paper unrolling and being stuffed into his clothes to make padding so he can bounce off things without injuring himself (at least that was the theory).
Today there were no water sounds. After a little while, just a little tinkle, like of glass falling and hitting the counter.
Using my super-mama hearing, I decided it sounded just like my glass thermometer falling onto the counter. So I called in: "Max, that wasn't the thermometer, was it? Did it break?"
OK. Maybe it just fell and didn't break. That's fine. I go back to cleaning the cat litter boxes--fun! More time passes, child is still sequestered in the bathroom, still there are no sounds of water. You know how you know something is wrong because it's too quiet? Well, my mama senses were tingling. "Max, are you sure everything is OK?"
There's not much more to this story. He eventually came out of the bathroom and went into his room. I went into the bathroom to find a broken thermometer and a large bead of mercury on the counter. Then I went into his room to find him sitting on the bed, with a few beads of mercury around him on his bedspread. They must have gotten onto his pajamas and then fallen on the bed.
A call to the pediatrician, a call to poison control, looking up mercury clean-up on line. An hour later and we're mostly contained, rooms are ventilated, and we're off to clay class, where my still mercury-sensitized eyes are noticing every shiny thing on the side of the road and noting it so I can come back and pick it up with my eyedropper and take it to the hazardous waste facility. I still need to get powdered sulfur to bind any remaining mercury, and take everything (bedspread and pajamas included) to hazardous waste. And get a new, non-mercury thermometer.
It seems that honesty is situation- and age-dependent. At 6, being honest means telling the truth unless doing so would mean you don't get to play with the really cool mercury bead anymore. I had assumed that he wouldn't be able to lie so easily to a direct question, but I failed to take into account the allure of the mercury bead. I'm assuming that this will change as he gets older, but for now I must remember to not necessarily accept verbal assurance. If it's a case of health and safety, I'm going to require additional proof.
These are my first glasses ever, acquired at age 43. OK, that's not exactly correct, I had a pair for close-up work, that I got when I was pregnant and my eyesight seemed to suddenly go bonkers. But those were just for occasional use, for needlepoint and such, and these new glasses are to wear most of the time. They're not very strong, but I'd been blessed with great eyesight and it has steadily degraded with age (ah! like so many things!) so that I found myself squinting most of the time. I was pretty excited to get these, to be able to see well again.
This is a good self-portrait of my camera, not so much of me. I can't get the hang of taking pictures of myself in the mirror. What was I looking at and why do I look so glum and serious?
This is one of a set of 7 hats for a special order. The order was for 4 child/teen sized hats, but then I had bits of yarn left over so I made 3 doll-sized hats to include. My customer is amazing: these are part of her Christmas shopping!
I desperately need a head mannequin for hat photographs. These just don't look very good all flat like this, and Max is no longer interested in modeling. I looked on ebay and found some vintage millinery forms, but I keep getting outbid. Does anyone know where else I can get one? Or maybe I should just make one. How hard could it be? (Famous last words.)
Gertie update: Thank you all for cheering Gert on! She says thank you too, only it sounds more like "purrrrrr". We have big news: yesterday she ate her first food in about 3 weeks! It was only a teaspoon, but it's a step in the right direction. She didn't repeat until this morning, and now isn't interested again. We're going in for her check-up tomorrow. Hopefully we'll keep taking small steps in the right direction.
Gertl is feeling much less yellow (jaundiced) now, and much pinker. Even her neck wrap is pink!
Gert stayed at the kitty hospital for 11 days. She was incredibly lethargic, very jaundiced, and looking like she was not long for this world. They put in a feeding tube and fluids IV, and basically brought her back to life.
She's been home for 6 days now, and while she's none to happy about the neck wrap, she's definitely happy to be home and getting more active every day.
Feeding her has been a challenge, she needs to be fed 4 times a day, every 4 hours, plus one water-only feeding at night. All through the tube, since she still won't eat or drink. They say the usual time to have the tube in and get them eating again is 4-6 weeks.
The food is watered down and then goes through the blender. I have to bring it to about kitty-body temperature and feed it to her through her tube v-e-r-y--s-l-o-w-l-y, otherwise she vomits. Or, like this weekend, sometimes she vomits her entire feeding all over the living room for no apparent reason. It's very challenging, and I'm completely exhausted.
But seeing her happy and alert like this is wonderful.