We are not quite “in,” but with the return of Daylight Saving Time, warmer weather has come, and with it, many puddles.
L and the Gnome do so love the puddles, but for some reason the uck of mud troubles L.
As for me, I love the squash of luscious mud underfoot and to gaze through the puddles at the world of upside-down trees.
The pleasures of childhood should in the main be such as the child extracts from his environment by means of some effort and inventiveness. Pleasures which are exciting and at the same time involve no physical exertion, such, for example, as the theatre, should occur very rarely. The excitement is in the nature of a drug, of which more and more will come to be required, and the physical passivity during the excitement is contrary to instinct. A child develops best when, like a young plant, he is left undisturbed in the same soil. Too much travel, too much variety of impressions, are not good for the young, and cause them as they grow up to become incapable of enduring fruitful monotony.
I do not mean that monotony has any merits of its own; I mean only that certain good things are not possible except where there is a certain degree of monotony. . . . A generation that cannot endure boredom will be a generation of little men, of men unduly divorced from the slow processes of nature, of men in whom every vital impulse slowly withers, as though they were cut flowers in a vase.
— Bertrand Russell, via Brain Pickings
It has been cold here: day after day of temperatures below freezing, which has not been typical for a New York winter but perhaps may be becoming so. I’ve been on deadline, and I’m tired. So we have not been out and about very much the past couple months. We did go to MoMA to see the Matisse cutouts. But I don’t think we’ve even been to the park since New Year’s Day.
Meanwhile, the kids are all right. We did nothing special over the course of the week-long February break, and (per L’s report) the boys enjoyed themselves. Though there was (and continues to be) plenty of bickering, they did (and continue to) extract more than enough pleasure from their environment.
Despite my firm belief in the necessity of boredom, I do feel guilt from time to time about the overall sameness to our days and weeks. So I like having at least one philosopher on my side.