I talked with Skylar this morning. She proceeded to reel off a great number of facts about ferrets. Kim says she has read the book she got from the library many times already. It was like hearing myself at her age. I used to lecture my mother about the latest topic of interest -- snakes, whales, rocks -- and read catalogues over and over trying to figure out whether I could acquire them somehow. I like the fact that Skylar is getting into stereotypically "boy" activities, like the marshaling of science facts -- all the boys in her class prefer to read non-fiction -- without losing all the girly ones that she was already into. I want to encourage to experiment with science and technology. It certainly made me feel better talking to her today, but I miss her. It's time to go home. First, though, I need to visit a certain location on Bardstown Road. . .
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Safari Cards
I used to get Safari Cards in the mail when I was a kid: do you know those? These big strangely-shaped indexed cards -- hundreds of them -- with animal facts and science data about their diets, habitats, etc. They sent you a cardboard case to file them into. I remember fanning them out, shuffling them, spreading them out and organizing them into groups: mammals, reptiles, invertabrates, spiders, etc. I don't think I knew what to do with them. I read them and filed them and sorted them and stared at them in their sorted piles. And Zoobooks. I got Zoobooks in the mail. I organized those too.
I did have ferrets when I was seventeen: two of them, Doolittle and Modean. They ran at me, bit my feet and got fleas in incurable waves. I eventually gave them up. But they were cute. I'd seen "Beastmaster" as a kid and had always wanted a pair of ferrets to steal me trinkets and ride on my shoulders. It didn't quite turn out like that, though.
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Re: Safari Cards
It's great to see you back in LJ space, BTW!