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Do all kids work their slime the same way my grand daughters work theirs, or does each kid tend to have their own sliming method? What does it actually feel like to squish one's fingers through slime? Is it relaxing? Soothing? Darned satisfying? All of the above? (I wonder, and yet I find that I have zero desire to try so much as touching the stuff myself. Which likewise leads me to wonder if slime love is strictly a kid thing). But here's what I ponder the most about the slime phenomenon: with all the high-tech toys, digital gadgets, and computer screen diversions available to kids, isn't it something that what they really crave is to sink their fingers into a glob of goo?
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Available on Amazon: "Equal And Opposite Reactions" http://amzn.to/2xvcgRa "Hail Mary" https://www.amzn.com/1684334888 "Tropical Depression" https://www.amzn.com/1685131832 Slime 101 "What should I bring for the girls when I come?" I asked my daughter, referring to my grand daughters and my upcoming trip to Los Angeles to visit them. "What are 'tweens into these days?" My daughter answered without hesitation: "Slime." For the uninitiated - as I was until recently - Slime is a soft, malleable, rubbery substance, ...that comes in an air-tight plastic container, ...and in as many brands, types, colors, styles, textures, scents and inedible flavors as there are stars in the sky. Slime is beloved by kids of a certain age, and while I can't say exactly what the upper and lower margins of that age demographic is, I have come to learn that my 10-and 12-year-old grand daughters and their friends are crazy about the stuff. Now, I can't say that I was entirely unaware of the slime phenomenon. When my grand daughters were visiting last summer they requested that we go out to the store and purchase some slime since they'd had to leave their slime at home, this not-quite-solid/not-quite liquid substance being tricky to transport by plane. Though the slime selection at our local Meijer's was small, my grand daughters managed to find a couple of options to their liking. "What do you do with slime?" I asked them. "We play with it," they answered cryptically. I subsequently noticed them kneading and twisting it, ...and experimentally mixing and matching the contents of the containers to make new shades. I also found a patch of pink slime squashed into my family room carpet, which we were able to remove with the help of my daughter's friend Mayren, a chemical engineer, ...who advised that we first cover the slime spot with corn starch to dry it out, then vacuum it up. This we did. Next, despite my by that time broken foot (see post from 8/19/2023, https://www.ailantha.com/blog/i-invalid-part-one-four-insults-and-an-injury) ...I managed to clean up the residual stain with Spray 'n Wash, after which the carpet was perfectly slime- and stain-free. This was the sum total of my knowledge of and experience with slime until more recently. "So, what kind of slime do they like?" I asked my daughter. "Or is all slime the same?" "Oh, no, it's not all the same," my daughter replied. "They like butter slime, but not cloud slime. And they don't like slime with sparkles or sprinkles in it. They like slime that looks like and smells like food." I went online to look for slime websites. I found the variety of wares confusing and overwhelming. I decided to try and seek out some slime locally. In the nearby suburb of New Albany I located an educational toy store called Learning Express that claimed to carry a wide selection of a brand called Dope Slime. I called my daughter to make sure this was an acceptable kind of slime. "Oh, yes, they love Dope Slime," my daughter assured me. So I brought my local daughter Theresa along with me to Learning Express on a Dope Slime expedition. Learning Express was a cute, school housey-looking shop, ...full of cute, tasteful, educational-looking toys, ...and, true to its promise, it offered several neatly-arrayed shelves full of lovely-looking slime. ...at $15.99 or $16.99 a jar. The helpful sales clerk explained to me in detail the distinctions between the slimes, butter vs. cloud vs. butter-cloud mixes, vs. Dope Slime. She kindly pointed me towards the Dope Slimes, any flavor of which she was sure my grand daughters would enjoy. My only problem was that I didn't want to spend $15.99 or $16.99 for a jar of slime, no matter how dope it was. "You know," said Theresa, "I'm pretty sure they sell slime at Five Below." Five Below, a second (or maybe third or fourth) tier department store where everything is $5.50 or less, is among my daughter's favorite shopping venues. So we decided to ditch Learning Express and check out Five Below. However, I did find the Dreidel Dreams Slime irresistible, especially with Channukah coming up, so I bought my grand daughters each a jar of Dreidel Dream Slime. We then headed out for the nearby Five Below, which, true to Theresa's preiction, turned out to be slime El Dorado. There was shelf after shelf stocked with every kind of slime imaginable, ...with all the slime fixings. After filing my shopping cart with packages of discount slime I asked Theresa if she thought the girls would like these kinds of slimes.
"They'll love them," she said. To be continued... Available on Amazon: "Equal And Opposite Reactions" http://amzn.to/2xvcgRa "Hail Mary" https://www.amzn.com/1684334888 "Tropical Depression" https://www.amzn.com/1685131832 The Voice I Heard At Meijer's Last week while on my way to the Meijer's supercenter in Reynoldsburg, Ohio, ...I turned on the radio to NPR. As is so often the case these days, the news was beyond dismal. The radio host was interviewing a pediatric ICU physician, a woman with Doctors without Borders who has worked in Gaza and who was now in contact with fellow doctors there. The pediatrician told of suffering children, hungry children, dead children, destroyed hospitals, dead doctors. In the few weeks since the beginning of the war 190 doctors have been killed in the Gaza bombings, among them the pediatric ICU specialist who trained the doctor being interviewed. There was no more food available for the medical workers in Gaza than for the rest of the population. Along with everyone else, medical workers were getting thinner and thinner. They were drinking non-potable water and getting sick from diarrhea illnesses. The doctor quoted a fellow pediatrician in Gaza who wrote to her that, "We are on our way to collapsing from the horror of the scenes we see...and the world is watching as if we are in a movie theater showing a horror movie, and the viewers are silent." At that point I had to switch radio stations. By the time I arrived at Meijer's my thoughts were no longer on Gaza but on my shopping list, and where to start. I proceeded to the bread section where I strolled the long aisle of well-stocked shelves, ...until I found the special kind of bread that I like. As I was tossing several loaves into my cart a voice from nowhere popped into my head and said, "The Gazans don't have bread. The bakeries have been blown up and the aid trucks can't get through." I recalled that I'd read that recently. Next I headed to the produce section, where I roamed through the shelves of Roma tomatoes, one of the half-a-dozen varieties of tomato available, picking and choosing a bagful of the best-looking ones. The voice returned. "The Gazans don't have fresh tomatoes," it said. When I moved to the strawberries it added, "And they don't have any fresh strawberries, either. There probably aren't any markets left where they can buy any fresh food at all." From there my brain went into an obsessive loop, the voice reminding me with every item I dropped into my cart, at every every shelf, refrigerated or frozen case that I passed, that I had easy access to all this food while the men, women, and children of Gaza were facing starvation. "They have don't have vegetables," said the voice. ...or meat, ...or cheese, ...or eggs, ...or milk, ...or ice cream, ...or junk food. "And what about their pets?" asked the voice as I passed the pet food aisle. "And the children have no toys," said the voice, "...nothing like these Squishmallows, that children love so much, to soften the sad, hard edges of their existence." It being a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, Christmas music was already wafting through the store. From now on our troubles will be miles away, sang the choir. "Yes, terrible troubles are miles away," the voice said. "About 6,000 miles away." I stopped pushing my shopping cart. "All right, Lord," I answered in my mind, "tell me what to do about it. Tell me." But the voice went silent. Reference
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Available on Amazon: "Equal And Opposite Reactions" http://amzn.to/2xvcgRa "Hail Mary" https://www.amzn.com/1684334888 "Tropical Depression" https://www.amzn.com/1685131832 The Highlight Of The Third Republican Debate In truth, I found the other night's Republican Presidential debate a pretty depressing affair, the general theme being all the wars we are involved and, if one of the candidates is elected, all the war-making we can potentially expect to be involved in: war in Gaza, war in Ukraine, bombing of Syria, getting tough with Iran, getting rough with China, building up a monster fleet of naval destroyers to send into the Taiwan Straight for a war there...and, of course, Republicans being anti-tax warriors as well, no mention of how We the People are supposed to pay for all that heavy duty death and destruction. Fortunately, though, things lightened up when the hostilities moved to the battleground of the stage and the fighting words began to fly among the candidates. Seemed Nikki Haley was the target of the most memorable word-grenades, ...tossed at her by He of the Insufferably Endless Verbiage, Vivek "Motormouth" Ramaswamy. But, oh, could the quick-witted former U.N. Ambassador lob 'em right back, and to her own advantage. When Ramaswamy called Haley "Dick Cheney in three-inch heels" - frankly, I wasn't sure what he even meant by that, as is the case with so much of the bafflegab that rushes out of his mouth - she shot back that she wore five-inch heels, and not as a fashion statement but for ammunition. I dearly loved that quip, but not nearly as much as the Haley-on-Ramaswamy smack down that followed when the subject turned to the banning of TikTok, a policy the Republican candidates generally voiced favor for. When asked by the moderator how he'd ban TikTok since he used it, known TikToker Vivek Ramaswamy tried to whiff the question by again turning his sites on Nikki Haley. He quite self-righteously proclaimed that Haley's daughter also used TikTok and told Haley to take care of her own family first. For Mama Bear Haley these were serious fighting words indeed, and she responded by going nuclear on Ramaswamy. Fire in her eyes, voice, and body language, Nikki Haley told Vivek Ramaswamy, in no uncertain terms, to "Leave my daughter out of your voice." Now, this language was to me reminiscent of Will Smith's infamous slapping of Chris Rock at the Oscars, ...after which Smith yelled at Rock to “Keep my wife’s name out your f***ing mouth,” Nikki Haley did, thankfully (though I'm not sure how) resist the urge to march across the stage and give Vivek Ramaswamy a good Will Smith-style slap, though she did let him have it verbally, ...after which she looked out into the audience and, while Vivek kept yammering on, shook her head as if to say, do you even believe this #%*! ? These were for sure some prime bits, but the absolute highlight of the whole show was the now famous moment when Haley glanced back at Ramaswamy - barely glanced, that is, as if she couldn't be bothered to look at him - and said, "You're just scum." It wasn't just that she said it, but how she said it. And her expression. And for this former top American diplomat, whose job required the ability to read people like a book and to carefully deal with the most powerful leaders on the planet with the utmost craft, delicacy, and savoir-faire, to just cock her head back at the still yakkity-yakking Vivek Ramaswamy and toss off, "You're just scum," dropping all finesse out the window and just calling the guy like she saw him...it was right down hilarious. And how much funnier was the whole TikTok sequence after the debate was over and we saw that the daughter that Nikki Haley was, in Vivek Ramaswamy's estimation, being too permissive with in her social media use, was not a tender, impressionable tween, but a 25-year-old married woman. Thank goodness for the comic relief.
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