Posted in birthdays, Books & Stories, business, Flashback And Memoir, Improv

Well, Well, Well… July 2017

Sun, quiet, changed the calendars to the new month while it was still dark, think I’ll make the rounds and see what the new picture is on each. From here I see a new recipe with what resembles biscuits on the kitchen wall, and a ship at sea in the living room … the other two should have a forest scene and an island beach.

BRB…

Well, the biscuits are crab cakes, the ship is on the way to Galápagos, the scene is in a meadow this time with brilliant yellow birds alighting on wild flowers and the beach is Saint-Tropez… was it Coppertone that boasted the Saint-Tropez tan? Could’ve sworn the jingle rhymed with Saint-Tropez … yup, Bain de Soleil. Google is so damned convenient.

 

She looks a little pale to me. Do they make that stuff anymore… Wow, 1983… I’d graduated from high school 11 years ago already. How’s that for vernacular? I was 28.

28…

My son was 5, my daughter not a thought yet. With what I know now, she was impatiently waiting…

 

 

 

Posted in Classroom Notes, new year, Wee People

Is 8 Minutes After Midnight A Witching Hour: Classroom Notes

So good night soon to be good morning about 12 minutes from now. Trying to get through this season I’m watching on Netflix, nodding on and off to the best of my ability,  but not impressed by what they have to offer, and thinking about the next vegetable or fruit my one-year olds will interpret with their coloring prowess. We will take a break from images and go straight up art on our cork board for May. You know, May flowers for starters using paint, maybe a big sun shining above… how that’s going to work with four 1-year olds remains to be seen. That’s how it always is so nothing’s going to change. I might cut a page the size of the board and let them dip hands and have go… (I can add stems and leaves after the fact, add their names near their creations as artist’s scrawl). We do wear scrubs now over our clothes as a proxy uniform and I could bring my apron with me to go over that, they have smocks to cover their clothes. Should be safe, sort of, and at least a messy good time.

I’ll let you know how it turns out. In fact, seeing their faces won’t be posted this time I might just take a picture and show you.