Monthly Archives: March 2011

An uncharted twist to “The Odyssey”


Monday morning we’re all sitting in the school auditorium, enjoying a program by three folks from Theatre IV.  They come yearly (various actors, of course) and present an entertaining but also educational play for the children, and it is always tied in with one of the SOLs, Virginia’s standardized tests.  This year’s was a retelling of some Greek myths (third grade SOL), and was very well done, including some humor only the adults might pick up on (“I think the guys at the Kalamata Club will really like this,” etc.).  Anyway, all is going swimmingly when (oops, if you’re eating, stop reading now) this second grader throws up.  Poor kid!  As if this weren’t bad enough, he manages to hit about five other kids sitting near him in the process.  So here are all these little kids, covered to varying degrees in vomit, and ensconced in the middle of  200 others smack in the middle of the floor, trying to quietly follow their teacher out of the auditorium and to the clinic to get cleaned up and, in the case of the sick kid, sent home.  One little girl, I will admit, wasn’t so quiet, crying loudly, “I want to go home!!!” as she passed the rest of the students. 

Meanwhile, the administrators are sort of crawling to the area where all this happened and trying to wipe up the mess, as well as moving kids on either side completely away from it.  In addition, the janitor had to be called via walkie talkie to come sprinkle her magic cleansing/deodorizing powder on the area.  This entire thing probably took about ten minutes but there were a couple of remarkable things about the whole scenario.  One is that the other kids didn’t go nuts with this going on and/or indulge in sympathetic or hysterical vomiting. The other is that the actors never missed a beat, continuing with their simplified version of Scylla and Charibdis; talk about a bunch of troopers!  In any case, it was quite a start to the week…


Rainy Day Sundays


I don’t know why it should be, but it is…Sundays always seem so long!  Not in an unpleasant way, mind you, particularly if you’re involved in some activity or other that’s filled with joy, or totally captivating your mind and senses.  This can run the gamut from losing yourself in a book (I’m currently devouring The Handmaid’s Tale, a classic I’ve shamelessly overlooked all these years),  to a mundane task like roasting vegetables for dinners in the week ahead.  And really, it’s a pleasant sensation…that feeling, even if you’ve given over a few hours in the morning to church, of having the afternoon stretching in front of you, free–with any luck–of any annoying errands or chores that must be completed.  Those have been banished with Saturday’s lengthy to-do list!

So~here’s to Sundays and their long, lovely, lethargic air…made especially nice on days such as this, when rain has allowed for an enforced period of reading and dreaming by the fire.  Monday will inevitably be here all too soon….