Mom is in Atlanta, repainting the Den from top to bottom (as in: painted over the red brick that houses the fireplace, painted all the walls, painted the built-in bookshelves, painted the ceiling, and is currently painting the crown moulding.)
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
It was a good question, when posed.
I had just found out that I was going to be posted in a grade school for my Volunteer Year. Probably in the Pre-K classes.
The last time I hung out with pre-schoolers was when I was a pre-schooler.
Flash forward. And I'm assisting in Pre-K 2 with 18 precious 4- and 5-year-olds.
And they are nothing short of hilarious.
Eddie had to learn that the urinal was not, in fact, a conveniently placed little-boy-sized sink.
Greg learned how to write his name... which was a big deal because his twin sister has been writing her name for a few months.
I discovered that Ava, despite her totally-in-my-own-world-ness, is actually the brightest 4-year-old I have ever met... and I want her clothes. Seriously. They're adorable.
Adrianna has an uncanny sense of music, and is always concerned when others are breaking the rules but adorably ignorant to her own infractions.
They're all amazing in their own way.
Still, there are the sad tales, too. Yaviel was bright and kind and always willing to share or play with other kids. But because Lawrence is one of the poorest towns in Massachusetts, it's not all that surprising when a child disappears from school because his parents can't afford $200/mo. minus financial aid for tuition.
But overseeing the socialization and education of what seems like millions of tiny little humans is wildly fun. The amount of love they just want to give is miraculous. You think, "gee...everyone in the world was this loving once. What happens when we grow up that changes us so much?"
Love. Hold onto the Love. Find it where it burrows away inside yourself, pull it out, and give it away. It will always come back to you, tenfold.
Monday, November 1, 2010
It's been awhile since I've posted some aimless, thesis-less, pointless pretty.
Let's get down to business...
Tulle and pearls and inky eyes. Lovely.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wuzza Bunny... adorable.
BONJOUR, PARIS! Let's go dancing down the avenue.
Chapeau, frock, and feet!
Black White and So Pretty.
I don't know what I love most... the dress, the wallpaper, or the pillows...
Evan Rachel Wood as the Queen of Louisiana... Someone find me a creme suit and pearls!
There are no words.
It's not easy being green...
And a little memory of my climb of some 14ers in Colorado
Cup of tea and a reverie...
Gorgeous. And she looks like my mother.
50's rendezvous, whispering sweet nothings...
A roll in the wheat with some fabulous shoes.
Green Goddess on the Red Carpet.