LOG JAM!

Vince and I took Thing 1 (girlchild) and Thing 2 (boychild) to a local church fair today. Thusly, summer has begun. It, as these things go, was a skosh smaller than the church fairs of my cobwebbed memories. You know, from the being taller effect....but it was still pretty cool.

OK. That was so not what I wanted to say.

Ouch. I just spent a bit too long trying to, unsuccessfully, work through a mental log jam--trying to precisely express my feelings about connecting my memories of local fairs of my youth to taking my kids to one as an adult. I think I pulled something.

You know when you're trying to explain or express a specific circumstance or feeling, and there are too many things that you want to say that, in and of themselves, would work, but none of them are brilliant enough to override the others? That's my log jam. Too many ideas slam into my brain at the same time and some are valid (Some? All!!...Come on!... No?... FINE!), but there are too many to weed through to quickly formulate, hone, and send down to the mouth, or, in this case, the fingers, as a fully-formed idea that springs forth as witty repartee or deft imagery. It's the polar opposite of being verbally poleaxed, but with the same outcome: you can't say what you want to say until after the moment's expiration date.

I'm log-jammed.

The fair was great for the kiddles. I enjoyed the Ferris Wheel way more than I remember ever doing previously, mostly because I took both Things on it myself and neither flipped out. No log jam there, just YAY! LOOK HOW HIGH WE ARE!!