This week, for what occasion I remain unaware, the schools in this area had three days off. In spite of it being a very long weekend of chilly weather and passing a tummy bug from one family member to the next, we managed to do some lovely things between laundry loads. Like last year, we attended Aberdeen’s Spectra–a big light festival in the city. We loved the enormous fluorescent light seesaws that lit up and made very satisfying synthetic seesaw sounds as they tipped. Also like last year, we all loved the storytelling tent and the experience revived storytelling with all the trappings (music, backdrops, costumes) in our household and the bunk beds now double as a storytelling tent.
Finally, after many years of variable results, I have found the perfect recipe for hummus. It is perfect.
A lovely conversation with L. this week:
Me: Look at the sea! Isn’t it amazing?! So stormy!
L: Yes! Is it your favourite kind of sea? What would your favourite kind be?
Me: I don’t know. I guess it depends on what sort of mood I was in…
L.: What about if you were sad?
Me: Probably a grey sea with a grey sky where you couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.
L.: If you were excited?
Me: Blue and green with lots of little waves crashing on the shore very quickly one after the other.
L.: If you were angry… wait… no… full of rage?
Me: Grey and green. Calm-looking on top but with serious undercurrents that could kill.
L.: On your wedding day about to eat cake?
Me: Blue with lots of white caps.
L.: And because this is all in your imagination, perhaps there could be lots of red hearts floating above the caps? Do you think that’s what the sea would be like on your wedding day?
(I think the sea picture from our vomit-y holiday visit to Balmedie above looks like unrequited love, don’t you?)