I've been on a fairly good roll lately of blogging, and in an effort to keep that up, I just opened Blogger, placed my fingers upon the keys and thought. What could I write about? I mentally scanned the day to see if I recalled anything I did that would be worth blogging about. The thoughts that ran through my mind including Fifi's chicken pox, washing the car with Grampa, Footloose dance rehearsal, my windowsill garden, tidying the house...
Ew, dull, too sore to dwell on, not bothered, boring.
So I did what all great writers do with writer's block; I hit Google. With my handy browser search tool, I typed in 'blog topics for -' and before I get any further, a whole list appeared of suggestions. Students, women, kids, moms, business, myspace, wpmu (?). And Middle School. Interested, I chose that option and visited the first link listed. The article, about helping Middle School students improve their journalistic skills, listed a few topics one might want to impose upon a class of pre-teens. Inspired, I chose:
Which super power do you wish you had? How would you use it to do good?
by Lori McFarlane
If I had the choice of granting myself one super power, it would have to be teleportation. Gone would be the days of having to sit in traffic, or rush through amber lights in order to get to places on time, or dress the kids in mismatched clothes just to get them out the door so we aren't late everywhere we go. We'd just teleport, and we'd make it everywhere on time, with no wait.
Sadly, like all super powers, this would never really be as useful as one might think. No, instead, we'd probably wait until the last minute and still have to throw on pajama pants in order to get Fifi to nursery. We'd still be running around like mad looking for shoes, uniforms, special toys and house keys up until the last minute. But at least I'd never have to sit in traffic.
And I could give up driving, unless my ability to teleport extended no further than just myself. Oh dear, if I couldn't teleport the kids along with me, what would be the point? I'd still have to drive to get them anywhere! Well, at least I could pop downstairs to take the bin out, while only leaving them alone for the least amount of time possible. Though they'd still probably manage to paint the kitchen with marmalade in even that short amount of time.
I'm beginning to rethink this teleportation thing. How would I use it for good? Well, I suppose if Scott left his sandwiches at home, I could teleport to his work quickly and drop them off at his desk. If our damned estate agents claimed again that their letting manager was 'out of the office', I could teleport into the office to see if they're just lying to avoid me. If I got all the way home from the grocery store just to realise I forgot Scott's beer, I could pop back in quickly without him even noticing. See, there is lots of good a super power like teleportation could do.
But then... there's a lot of bad. I could spy on spouses who are suspected of cheating. I could nip out in the middle of the night when everyone is sleeping and steal a package of chocolate chip cookie dough from Tesco and eat it in seclusion. I could appear and reappear in different rooms at parties and freak people out. Though, all of those could be classified as good, depending on which way you look at it.
Wow, this super power business carries with it a lot of moral responsibilities. I've changed my mind. My new super power would be the ability to move things with my mind. Yes, perpetually tidy house, here I come.