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My daughter the Stock Market Wiz: In Delta (the Gifted and Talented class that Myr was in this year), they played a stock market game where they could buy and sell stocks. She (and her partner, S) won the regional contest with a ~13% return on their investment. We get to go to a banquet where they will be honored. Myr rocks!
My daughter the Fan: Myr has recently gotten hooked on comics. They've always been around the house, but she's only read them lightly in the past. She's now started to seek out some new ones we have laying about. She was reading one that promised some great adventures, including Ninjas. Unfortunately, by the end of the book, there were no ninjas. She told me: "I want ninjas. They promised me ninjas, and I want those ninjas. Ninjas are cool." Heh. I couldn't agree more.
My daughter, the thirteen-year-old: Wil asked her who her favorite character was from one of the comics. She named a few and they discussed them, then Myr said "I also like x". "X?", Wil says, "He's a bit of a jerk, though." "Well, yes," Myr agrees. "He is a boy after all." Hee! I love that response.
Living in the northwoods: This morning while standing by the car as I was about to drive Myr to school, I heard this loud bird cry. It wasn't a familiar cry, but I thought I should know what it was. I look up and what do I see? The symbol of our nation. Not one, not two, but three eagles. They were flying in formation just above the treetops. And they were flying, too. Not the slow, graceful glide that you usually see eagles doing, but wing-beating, fast-moving flight. They were gorgeous in the morning sun. Merrill is built along the Prairie and Wisconsin Rivers, right where they meet and we have eagles that fish along the rivers, but I've never seen three in flight before and this is the first time I've heard the eagle's cry live. It was a wonder.
My daughter the Fan: Myr has recently gotten hooked on comics. They've always been around the house, but she's only read them lightly in the past. She's now started to seek out some new ones we have laying about. She was reading one that promised some great adventures, including Ninjas. Unfortunately, by the end of the book, there were no ninjas. She told me: "I want ninjas. They promised me ninjas, and I want those ninjas. Ninjas are cool." Heh. I couldn't agree more.
My daughter, the thirteen-year-old: Wil asked her who her favorite character was from one of the comics. She named a few and they discussed them, then Myr said "I also like x". "X?", Wil says, "He's a bit of a jerk, though." "Well, yes," Myr agrees. "He is a boy after all." Hee! I love that response.
Living in the northwoods: This morning while standing by the car as I was about to drive Myr to school, I heard this loud bird cry. It wasn't a familiar cry, but I thought I should know what it was. I look up and what do I see? The symbol of our nation. Not one, not two, but three eagles. They were flying in formation just above the treetops. And they were flying, too. Not the slow, graceful glide that you usually see eagles doing, but wing-beating, fast-moving flight. They were gorgeous in the morning sun. Merrill is built along the Prairie and Wisconsin Rivers, right where they meet and we have eagles that fish along the rivers, but I've never seen three in flight before and this is the first time I've heard the eagle's cry live. It was a wonder.
