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Today was in many respects a remarkably crappy day, easily the worst I’ve had for the year, and I expect it’s the topper for what has been not one of my best weeks on record. The bad news hit early enough in the day that I had something of an adrenaline rush by the time […]

Today was in many respects a remarkably crappy day, easily the worst I’ve had for the year, and I expect it’s the topper for what has been not one of my best weeks on record. The bad news hit early enough in the day that I had something of an adrenaline rush by the time I usually drive Athena off to day care, and it put me in a depressed enough mood that I realized that any chance of getting any substantive work done had pretty much gone right out the window. The prediction for the day had me sitting in front of the computer screen all day long, glowering sullenly and uselessly and occasionally repressing the urge to take a hammer to something expensive.

So I went with plan B: When Athena woke up, I told her that she wasn’t going to go to school today. And then she and I spent nearly the entire day playing. We went shopping for a new computer game for her, and also bought a ball. Then we came home and played “tag ball” in which you play tag, but with a ball (it’s good for hand-eye coordination. Honest). We ate fast food. We had cookies. We watched (in no particular order) Spongebob Squarepants, the Powerpuff Girls, and Courage the Cowardly Dog.

We talked about stuff: She wanted to know why there were seasons, and I told her. She wanted to know what flowers were for, so I told her. She wanted to know why it was so cold on Pluto, and I told her. I also gave her a representation of the diameter of Jupiter, using her new ball and my own body (which was, conveniently, to scale if the ball represented earth). She played with chalk while I took pictures. And I told her a lot that I loved her.

And it worked, because today was in many respects a remarkably good day. I realize that many of you parents out there don’t have the option, as I have, of deciding that a particular day is going to be Screw It All And Play With Your Kid Day, but if you do have that option, you should take it (or simply call in sick). It’s not a cure-all for your various problems, but it’s nice to spend the day in someone else’s world, especially someone whose day revolves around finding new and exciting ways to plug into what the world has to offer.

At one point in the day, Athena told me that when she grew up, she was going to play all the time. I imagine today would have been very much like a day in that life. It’s a nice life to visit. I can’t stay in it — work calls, I’m too much of a grown-up to ignore it for long, and anyway I like to work — but a day in the life is enough if it’s done right. Athena and I did it right. I’m glad we did.

By John Scalzi

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20 replies on “A Good Bad Day”

Congratulations.

No, not “congratulations”. Actually, yes, that’s the closest appropriate stock word, isn’t it? Y’had a good day, learnt a thing or two, and widened your daughter’s view of the world. All in all, congratulations are in order.

And the information that I am now dreadfully jealous.

Life ain’t fair

John Scalzi writes yesterday about how he had a lousy morning – “easily the worst” he’s had for the year – and how he made up for it by taking the day off from paying activities, kept his lovely 4…

Whatever news it was that you got, I hope things work out soon.

And the rest of your day was really good.

And that last picture sent my biological clock off-whack. _Thank_ you.

I know you don’t mix “Personal” and “Whatever”, but please fill us in when you can. We care. Collective sharing can make pain less and joy more.

I appreciate that. It’s nothing life, career or relationship threatening, just so y’all know. Just bad news that could have been avoided with the application of intelligence, but alas was not.

My best days this year were the ones when my daughter’s day care closed due to snow. Summertime sick days are always so suspicious, alas.

“Just bad news that could have been avoided with the application of intelligence, but alas was not.”

Huh. Sounds like the story of my life.

Your response to the news you received was perfect, in my opinion. There’s nothing quite like losing yourself for a time in the innocent world of a child; especially when that child thinks you’re the greatest thing to ever happen to them.

One of the nice things about having kids is they provide an excuse for doing many childish, but fun, things.

I went to my Grandmother’s funeral yesterday. She died at age 93, and had a very, very full life. The trip gave me the time to think about life, and the meaning of it.

I have no easy answers.

My daugher is 30 now and lives 1,500 miles away. She is always close to my heart though. You will remember days like the one you had forever.

Enjoy lots of hugs from your daughter. The day you won’t get another one (the same warm special loving I-love-my-daddy protect-me-from-monsters kind) is fast approaching. The good news is that those hugs will start up again about 11 years later.

I’ll have to dig out a special poem my wife found for me when our special angel came into out lives and send it to you.

Here is a neat thing for little and big kids to play with: http://www.colorado.edu/physics/2000/applets/satellites.html. Click anywhere in the box to launch your own moon and watch the effects of gravity. Try multiple clicks. Something simple but elegant.

That sounds like a wonderful day to me. I used to have days like that all the time, but lately: zip. Tomorrow, however, my wife goes back to work, and I’m back in Dadland full time. No more office. You know what I hate about the office? No one around here runs around with their pants off just because it’s summer. You know what I love about the office? See above.

Hope tomorrow’s better. It usually is.

It was a good day for Athena, too, I’ll bet. Some of my best memories of my father are the days he just called in sick to work and stayed home to hang out with me.

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