In light of Wednesday’s snafus, yesterday was a low-technology day. The little man and I started things off with the last installment in Block E’s Children’s Film Festival. I have to admit, Scooby Doo 2 wasn’t nearly as vile as I’d expected, but, like Ebert, I viewed it with a sort of benign indifference…while the four to seven year-olds surrounding me were whooping it up, the little man included. Afterwards we popped by the Walker for a bit of artist-designed mini golf, where the little man continued his efforts at thwarting my own. For the first four and a half years he was a willing subject, always beaming and posing as soon as mama pulled out her camera. But now. Well, it’s the end of an era. He’s suddenly become camera shy and has, on occasion, expressly forbidden me from photographing him (must run in the family, on his paternal side) and frequently runs out of the frame. So sad. We continued our Minneapolitan adventures with a quick bite to eat at Evergreen followed by frolicking at Lake Calhoun, where we met up with the darling Delia…who was all worked up after having two phone interviews yesterday morning, for wildly different jobs. With one she would be working with ninth graders at a charter school in Chicago. With the other, child soldiers in Congo. I have a feeling she’ll be offered both positions. Making that monumental of a decision is one helluva real-life Choose Your Own Adventure. Craziness.
