In addition to convos at breakfast and while walking, I had a lovely long phone conversation with my friend J. In the course of the conversation (and this is one of the many, many, many reasons I adore J.), we wound through many topics, including What Do Astronauts Die Of.
Turns out cancer gets a lot of them, including at least two from pancreatitis/pancreatic cancer. That seems like a large number for such a small group of people. Perhaps coincidence. But then again, they were exposed to a lot of radiation while outside the protective blanket of our atmosphere.
The play therapist came by -- we hadn't seen in her a couple weeks and won't see her for another month because she's going to see her mum who lives on a farm in England, if I understood correctly. And so I learned what "landgirls" were (knew the idea -- a girl sent out to the country during the blitz, and who worked on a farm). And who knew that not only were German POWs billeted in the countryside, but they worked there as farm labor and some moved there after the war. Go figure. We spent time in the playroom discussing how the play structure (CedarWorks indoor structure) was getting to be not challenging for either of the kids and would shortly need to be retired. When asked what would replace it, I said I wanted my dining room back and A. was consulted on what a dining room needed and in the course of the discussion, she said it needed a hundred people (that would be a helluva party). This led to collecting 100 little critters, lalaloopsy figures, Peppa Pig figures and similar.