(I know. Today is not Thursday, but I've been going on about the date...all week? Is that possible? Good god. So, I'm a bit behind.)
I've told Mycroft he's committed to the skating at least until he outgrows the skates (although really that won't be long). He's cheerful about it, and his instructor is looking less grim and wary when he tries jumps that are clearly too advanced for him and starting to be encouraging instead. I'm still torn between pride and wanting to cover my eyes, but I suspect that's normal.
Anyhow, the result is that my Thursday afternoons have become a game of How to Entertain Sherlock at the Skating Rink. Harry came along this time and proved quite good at it.
She wobbled around on skates for a while - first time since she was seven and sprained her ankle and then had to hop all the way home and turned up with a glob of frozen snot on her upper lip (I know, I'm a horrible brother, I definitely shouldn't have posted that publicly for all the internet to see (if only I had a photo)) - and then bought Sherlock hot chocolate and talked to him about bees.
Her upstairs neighbor (whose name I should get because I am starting to refer to him mentally as the Bee Man and it will be embarrassing if I call him that to his face) got his bees for free by collecting a swarm. Apparently bees do that - head out with a new young queen to find another hive (I thought they fought to the death? Oh well, I've never claimed to be a bee expert) - and hang about all clumped together on trees or fence posts until they find their new home. The Bee Man came and coaxed them into a cardboard box (I would like to see that...from a distance) and brought them home to his hive.
Sherlock's fascinated with the entire concept. I've seldom heard him listen more attentively to anyone, except on the rare occasions Lestrade will talk to him about some of his less violent cases. There's definitely a field trip in his future. Er. To the Bee Man, not to Scotland Yard. Well. Probably not to Scotland Yard.
I've told Mycroft he's committed to the skating at least until he outgrows the skates (although really that won't be long). He's cheerful about it, and his instructor is looking less grim and wary when he tries jumps that are clearly too advanced for him and starting to be encouraging instead. I'm still torn between pride and wanting to cover my eyes, but I suspect that's normal.
Anyhow, the result is that my Thursday afternoons have become a game of How to Entertain Sherlock at the Skating Rink. Harry came along this time and proved quite good at it.
She wobbled around on skates for a while - first time since she was seven and sprained her ankle and then had to hop all the way home and turned up with a glob of frozen snot on her upper lip (I know, I'm a horrible brother, I definitely shouldn't have posted that publicly for all the internet to see (if only I had a photo)) - and then bought Sherlock hot chocolate and talked to him about bees.
Her upstairs neighbor (whose name I should get because I am starting to refer to him mentally as the Bee Man and it will be embarrassing if I call him that to his face) got his bees for free by collecting a swarm. Apparently bees do that - head out with a new young queen to find another hive (I thought they fought to the death? Oh well, I've never claimed to be a bee expert) - and hang about all clumped together on trees or fence posts until they find their new home. The Bee Man came and coaxed them into a cardboard box (I would like to see that...from a distance) and brought them home to his hive.
Sherlock's fascinated with the entire concept. I've seldom heard him listen more attentively to anyone, except on the rare occasions Lestrade will talk to him about some of his less violent cases. There's definitely a field trip in his future. Er. To the Bee Man, not to Scotland Yard. Well. Probably not to Scotland Yard.
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One trip to Scotland Yard is probably enough. But a talk with the Bee Man might be a good idea because my understanding is that bee keeping isn't as easy as it looks. My best friend's boyfriend kept bees in their backyard for a while and then had another hive he keeps at a friend's farm. The city bees and the country bees. But the city bees all died one summer for unexplained reasons (or perhaps it was just reasons I didn't understand) in spite of the fact that they got more regular care than the country bees. But the neighbors were so relieved when the city bees died that for the sake of good relations he didn't bother replacing them.
Bees are cute and their organization is fascinating. But of course, they stop being cute when they sting. I'm glad Mycroft decided to make that commitment and that he's doing well in his lessons! :D Perhaps he could join some competitions once he's learnt more. :)
<3 your subject line. :D
Also, you seem to have LEFT OUT all the interesting parts of your Valentine's date with Lestrade! Not that the cake and the attempted mugging aren't interesting, but we want DETAILS. Was there snogging?
Bees, fun times.
On campus last Autumn a swarm was taking rest in a bush right outside a main building and people were in hysterics. There were people on their phones calling campus security and people asking if they should call the police. Some people said that there were killer bees about to attack people.
I decided that I'd have to stand guard in case of stupidity, so I stood there for awhile explaining to people what was going on and assuring them that no, these bees were not going to chase them and go down their throats...
Security came and I explained it to them, they just shrugged and taped off the bush so people wouldn't go into it.
Two hours later the bees had moved on in their journey. It's always amazing to get to watch a swarm; my grandparents have a natural hive in a tree off their porch and it swarms every year.=, we just hope we're there when it happens.
kholly - No worries, we are NOT keeping bees. I will keep telling him no as often as it takes.
Lupe - I almost like the enormous bumbly ones that make the flowers droop when they land on them. Almost. I think Mycroft's teacher will introduce the idea of competitions to him at some point. I'm not quite certain how he'll take it, to be honest.
Random - I had wondered if you took your name from, well, Random. Of course there was snogging! It wouldn't have been much of a date without snogging, would it? ;)
Trista - Heh. I'm curious what they thought campus security could actually DO. I'm glad you were there to stick up for the bees.
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