Debut

Ed forgot to mention that he was there to witness his own daughter's acting debut. Wrigley and Ed studied her lines every night for a week and a half for Wrigley's witch role in Alice in Idaho. You'd better believe she knew each and every one of them! Wrigley was thrilled to be acting on a real stage. The whole thing was very fun and funny.

Next Circle, Please

One of my favorite things about fatherhood has been the random glimpses into the wide variety of possibilites that eternal damnation might hold. For example, I once thought hell would hold nothing but an infinity of teething infants. And for a while there, I was certain hell would be a small room packed with three year-olds.

Ah, but today! Today I was invited to a two-hour performance of theater by children younger than 11. Two. Hours. Children. Oh, lordy.

The children were adorable. The director was a saint. But when they decided to take an EXTRA five minute intermission to get the smoke machine up and running, I felt fairly certain I had stumbled into a lost chapter of Dante's Inferno.

Fatherhood? Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Hello Blogosphere, Remember Me? (This post goes to eleven)

10 things that made me happy this week:

1) Seeing the first clematis blossom of the summer.
2) Watching Wrig make aphid soup (yes, that said aphid soup. She liked boiled aphids so much she made her own soup with cardamom, garam masala, and cumin. Oh yeah, and aphids. Smelled great, but she couldn't get me to taste it).
3) Freewriting with my creative writing class (down to eight kids now that the seniors are gone!).
4) It's ice coffee season! Well, it was earlier in the week anyways.
5) Freeing butterflies with W&C in the backyard.
6) Freeing butterflies with students and colleagues at the OCHS Memorial Garden Opening Ceremony.
7) Listening to my class discuss Arthur Kopit's play Indians. They sure sound smart. They must have a great teacher (see #9, below).
8) Seeing an original scene written by a graduating senior performed at the Drama 4's Final Curtain Call. Saying farewell to some much loved seniors.
9) Reading reflections from my Creative Writing class about what a great teacher I am.
10) Staying up too late playing clay-marble sudoku with beautiful Christie.

And, at no extra charge, 11) Having enough time and energy to sit down and blog.

Marble's Morning

Hmmm. Blogger is making us sign in through yahoo and we have only 1 yahoo identity. I don't know that we want more, so this post is really Wrigley's.

Marble's Morning Routine:

• gets up
• eats breakfast
• watches birds
• sits by heater
• little more breakfast
• goes downstairs to nap
  

Sunday Cream Puff

Now I just need a 66 story building.

I don't know who spends time creating these quizzes. Every so often one catches my eye, but they tend not to deliver much in the way of either insight or smiles. This one will make you ponder and smile.

Short, terse, unfriendly, Yet sometimes quite emotive; I am the Haiku. What Poetry Form Are You?

Go on, now... take this one; there are no questions regarding poetry - I promise.

Hang on Tightly

We got a package a little while ago with these funny little cards in them. The cards each have an "ultra-short" piece of fiction on them. They came in a nifty little box. Ed has a piece included. We got extra cards of Ed's. It's kinda of fun to think about where we could leave the cards (his and the others as well) as a bit of surprise fiction for people as they go about their day. But we enjoy them too much. We'll keep them here.


This is probably too small to read, so click here for the overwhelming size.

By the way, Ruby is Wrigley's name as she appears in Ed's fiction. Some party pooper (yours truly) thinks Wrigley as a name in fiction is far to distracting, and she highly discourages Ed from using it.

Flashback

When W was learning to talk, the "rl" combination was really the only sound that gave her a hard time. She always added an extra "er" into the word. She hasn't done that in a couple years now, but today, in the excitement of feeding the squirrels, it came back. "Here little skwirler, here little skwirler." Makes a mama's heart sing.

Hearts

Happy Valentine's Day