We spent a lot of time traipsing around in the rain this weekend in order to get to several of the Jamaica Plain Open Studios. Despite the miserable weather, we had a great time (and also managed to be pretty restrained in our art-purchasing.)
Once all five of us were completely drenched, we headed to our local Indian restaurant to grab dinner. Although it's a relatively nice place, there is always a TV playing in the back corner - and those of you who know me will understand that this drives me crazy. Not only is the TV sort of inconsistent with the whole look and feel of the restaurant, but it's also guaranteed to be fodder for some kind of dinner-time battle.
Even when the sound is off and the show is something that's of no possible interest to anyone in our family, there's always at least one girl who simply cannot avert her gaze (and who is rendered utterly unable to eat her food.) This time, it was Margot. She was turning completely sideways in her chair in order to stare, zombie-like, at the soundless Bruins game. I asked her about 26 times to stop looking at the television. In response to the 27th request, she exclaimed, "Mommy, Mommy! I have to keep looking at the TV because there is something really interesting: they are playing golf on ice!!"
