The Kid and I

Paul is downstate visiting his mending mom for the week, I am off work secondary to a sparkling case of shingles, so, it's just the kid and I til late Friday. I'm looking forward to it. We have some interesting conversations; like tonight over pizza...

"So, Mom, when you write something directly out of a book, that's copywriting, right?"
"Um, not exactly, that would be plagerism"
"But you copy it and write it, right."
"Well, right."

So, we discussed plagerism, what it was, when using someone elses words verbatim is acceptable and how to give the original writer credit. I bit more advanced then his 4th grade mind needed, but he got it, (I think)

We tried to call Denise, but no answer. She would be able to explain plagerism much better than I. Some day I will spark that conversation.

A walk in the old 'hood

Last time I was in Royal Oak I got to experience a rare event; my brother and I got to talk. Just talk. His wife and child were gone for the night and we got to be brother and sister again, just us. We took a virtual walk down our childhood block and remembered all the people that lived there and shared little stories about them. It was such a delightful conversation, we were gabbing until almost midnight and didn't realize the time. I wish I lived closer to my brother. I miss these sibling chats.