Things that come up... #1

Things that Come Up

Entry 1

So my family is weird.  I think we have established this already.  But sometimes, things come up in conversation that just seem a bit, well, odd.

I've decided that, perhaps it's best if I just randomly post the one-liners that come up in our daily conversation.  Today's entry:

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Playing the cello side-saddle.

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For those of you who want a bit more, read on...

I've been researching colleges for my kiddo who is rapidly outgrowing our household and ready to move on to her next adventure.  I came across Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs whilst perusing the Fiske Guide to colleges.  I highly recommend the Fiske Guide, if you'd like a more in-depth discussion regarding what each college is "really" like.  The Guide includes discussions regarding whether or not the campus is conservative or liberal; competitive or collaborative; general course requirements; dorm descriptions; dining hall food descriptions; social life; interesting happenings on campus and in nearby towns;  study abroad options; and of course, the intellectual atmosphere of the campus itself.  I have found the Guide to be quite helpful so far at ruling out colleges and narrowing down the process.  

You can buy it here:  Fiske Guide from Amazon.  

So, back to the story, I was reading up on Skidmore College. According to the Fiske Guide, "Founded in 1903 as the Young Women's Industrial Club of Saratoga, co-ed Skidmore College still excels in the fine and performing arts that were then deemed proper for young ladies." (Fiske Guide, p. 638).

This description then led to a lovely discussion regarding Industrial Clubs.  Then a further discussion progressed regarding which performing arts were deemed proper for young ladies.  This led us down a brief path of why playing the cello perhaps was not deemed proper (along with a lovely physical demonstration by dad), and then the quick remedy of playing the cello side saddle.

This quick conversation is but one of a gajillion (in technical terms) of odd conversations that come up in our household on a daily (and hourly!) basis.  And, what may even explain a wee bit of why it is I never get any work done.

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