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Archive for March 2011

Twitter Updates for 2011-03-28

  • I checked in at Dusty Strings Co. (3406 Fremont Ave N) on #Yelp http://bit.ly/esuve1 #
  • Enjoyed a uke workshop with Susan Howell. Yay me time! #

no screens

Kids are going on week three? or four? of No Screens During the Week. That means M-F – all school days – there is no TV, Video Games or¬†Computer allowed. They seemed to have gotten used to it, then there was a little meltdown, and today more crying about it. I said, “But you’re doing so well in school with this change,” to which Sam replied, “I don’t care about doing well in school!!” Boo hoo.¬†Sam then said, “I will not clean my room until we get screens back!” I replied, “Fine, I won’t feed you!!! ”

Mother Of The YEAR!

The freakouts seem to happen at transitional times and at bedtime. They fussed all the way home in the car but now they are happy and busy in the garage playing with a friend, doing a variety of construction projects and riding bikes.

If I can keep from letting their complaining get under my skin, things may just be ok.

In other news, decisions about Sam’s middle school trajectory are freaking me out and Eli has no idea why he went from being Haman (main charachter/villain)¬†in his class’s Purim skit to Guard #2. Hmmm….

the horrible world reminded me of a favorite poem

here’s an excerpt that really does the trick:

A man was starving in Capri;
He moved his eyes and looked at me;
I felt his gaze, I heard his moan,
And knew his hunger as my own.
I saw at sea a great fog bank
Between two ships that struck and sank;
A thousand screams the heavens smote;
And every scream tore through my throat.
No hurt I did not feel, no death
That was not mine; mine each last breath
That, crying, met an answering cry
From the compassion that was I.
All suffering mine, and mine its rod;
Mine, pity like the pity of God.
Ah, awful weight! Infinity
Pressed down upon the finite Me!
My anguished spirit, like a bird,
Beating against my lips I heard;
Yet lay the weight so close about
There was no room for it without.
And so beneath the weight lay I
And suffered death, but could not die.

from Renascence by Edna St. Vincent Millay

You can read it here, careful for pop-ups. It cheers up by the end.

YouTube – Eli Toots

YouTube – Eli Toots.

sam plays flutophone

I guess these days they call it a “recorder” right?

That work?

Twitter Updates for 2011-03-06