I’m still traumatized by last night’s episode of Downton Abbey. While I “knew” the end was in sight for Lady Sybil (I’ve got spoiler sources, and I’m not averse to spoilers, because I like to see how it all plays out), I was still upset when it happened.
As a result, I’m having a lack-luster day, and am going to rely on yesterday for today’s blog fodder: an adventure in Legos.
Thing 3 is a fan of Legos. Unfortunately, we don’t have any. The vacuum got them all during Thing 1’s tenure in childhood. So when my town’s historial society was offering an event “Build Glen Ridge in Legos, ” I eagerly signed Thing 3 and myself up.
This is going to make me sound like a grouch, but generally, I hate events like this. First, many parents (and I was one of these for Thing 1) assume their very young children have a lot more talent and capability and attention span than they actually do, so at events like this, which are really appropriate for the 7-13 yr old set, in my town, you’ll find a lot of 2 and 3 year olds. The task at hand is generally beyond their grasp, and the result is crying children and upset parents.
Second, I’m not a big fan of background noise. Never have been. So we were going to be rifling through bins of plastic-y legos in room (high school cafeteria) with amazingly loud acoustics.
Three, if I’m going to spend my time on creative endeavors, I want it to come out good. I don’t like wasting my time to produce garbage. In the back of my head I was incredibly worried about my Lego-building capabilities.
Well, it went much better as planned, and I had more fun than expected. Upon entering the venue, we were able to choose a photo of the building we were supposed to recreate in Legos. Ours was former school building near our home made of sandy bricks with a orange tile roof. We gathered a few of the appropriately colored Legos (and there were plenty), and found a table to ourselves in the back of the room where the noise was manageable. Once we started building, I quickly discovered that Thing 3 has absolutely no idea how to build. She wasn’t staggering the bricks, so our building became quite unstable. I seized control, and made her the “finder of the yellow and orange bricks” and sent her on her way to the Lego bins.
90 minutes later:
To the left of the amazing Lego rendition, you’ll see the photo of the actual building. Not bad, if I do say so myself. Yes, I know the roof isn’t complete, but we were out of time, so as I brought Lego Central School over to the map, I announced that the roof had been lost in Hurricane Sandy.
The best part was placing the buildings on the map. The Historical Society had reproduced a town map scaled to Lego size, so the entire town looked pretty grand when it was all set up (even if some of the buildings were not as beautifully done as mine).
A nice way to pass a Sunday afternoon!
Today in Janathon world, it was a rest day–clams, squats, hamstring curls, some new activities with my balance ball (which is truly a misnomer, at least in my case), planks, kettlebell swings, lunges.