punk songs
the kids and I packed into the car and went off to Mahone Bay yesterday. I wanted to show them the membrane filtration pilot plants and get some water samples.
The kids seemed pretty interested in getting water samples - for about 5 minutes - and then were pretty happy just to run around screaming by the water.
We stopped into Mahone Bay for a bit to see the sights. There is a pewter store there where you can watch them actually make the pewter decorations. C was fascinated by the whole process, watching her melt the ingot of pewter into the bubbling pot, and then pour it into the decoration mold. Mike thinks that C will become a craftsman when he grows up - a glass blower or something.
The sun was shining on the way back the trees still have their leaves here and the kids were singing sweetly in the back seat. .... and through all this loveliness it filtered down into my brain that they were singing "should I stay or should I go" by the Clash - the kings of punk. how funny life is when a smoking tune from a defiant band from my angst ridden youth becomes a cheery silly tune for my own kids on a gorgeous day in my not so angst ridden middle age.
The kids seemed pretty interested in getting water samples - for about 5 minutes - and then were pretty happy just to run around screaming by the water.
We stopped into Mahone Bay for a bit to see the sights. There is a pewter store there where you can watch them actually make the pewter decorations. C was fascinated by the whole process, watching her melt the ingot of pewter into the bubbling pot, and then pour it into the decoration mold. Mike thinks that C will become a craftsman when he grows up - a glass blower or something.
The sun was shining on the way back the trees still have their leaves here and the kids were singing sweetly in the back seat. .... and through all this loveliness it filtered down into my brain that they were singing "should I stay or should I go" by the Clash - the kings of punk. how funny life is when a smoking tune from a defiant band from my angst ridden youth becomes a cheery silly tune for my own kids on a gorgeous day in my not so angst ridden middle age.
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