Gardening 2020
4 years ago

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I recently read "Olive Kitteridge" by Elizabeth Storout and then also saw the play "Other Desert Cities" with my husband. Neither the book or the play were my favorite but I have thought about them quite a bit. Both deal with a lot of the family dysfunction, mental illness and the general difficulties of life. They both made me sad because they seem to miss all of the really happy parts of being a parent or being part of a family. I agree that everyone is dealing with a lot of really difficult things that tend to hide behind the surface. Everyone is fighting a hard battle and most of the time the people around them have no idea what happens inside a person's life. The part that was left out of this book and this play is a look at all of the tiny moments that just make life wonderful. The extra minutes in the morning that one of my girls come in to cuddle before we have to get ready for the day. Teaching my kids something new or seeing them understand something for the first time. The peaceful evenings or the laughter filled dinners that occur every once in awhile and you connect with your family in what seems like a perfect few hours. The way it feels to see your child do something truly kind. These missed all of the invisible strings and intense bonds of love that connect a family. It didn't show any of the people who reach out a hand to help when you need it most. There are so many things that make life wonderful and I have so much to be grateful for. I'm hoping that recognizing the great things about life and the important parts of relationships will make sure they wouldn't be written as a tiny part of my own story.
The Diary of Anne Frank- I read the book and saw the play this last week. I'm actually a little taken aback at how much I loved the play. The play notes promised to deliver the girl, not the myth of Anne Frank and that was exactly what we got. I wasn't expecting it to add so much dimension to the story. Anne was brought to life as this annoying loquacious young girl. Her theatrical personality and need to show off endanger the people around her. She doesn't totally graps the seriousness of their plight or the danger of the world she is hiding from. But how could she at such a tender age? Anne is constantly writing every personal detail of her life along with details about the people around her. It is poignant and sad and perfectly captures the identity of a young girl who is coming of age in disturbing circumstances. The play and book are both heartbreaking and beautiful. It may have been my favorite play I've seen this season.
During the show's intermission we saw the art show: Testament to Topaz featuring art by internees from the Topaz Internment Camp during WWII . It was a powerful experience. A great reminder of the importance of art and it's place in history. It was inspiring to see how these people chronicled their internment experience and interesting to read of the main teacher's need to share art and it's healing qualities with the people around him. It's is frightening to think that this internment camp ever existed. Terrifying to know that this incredible violation of rights occured on US soil. It seems unimaginable to me that the constitutional rights and civil liberties I often take for granted were stripped from these people because of racial bias, public sentiment, and wartime hysteria. Yet in April 1942, President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s Executive Order 9066 sanctioned the immediate evacuation and internment of more than 112,000 people of Japanese ancestry living in coastal areas from Washington to California and as far inland as southern Arizona. To see artwork created during this time is a revealing experience.
The art school taught over 600 students ranging in ages from 6-70. Sixteen teachers taught 95 classes per week on 23 subjects, including figure drawing, still life, architectural drawing, anatomy, and commercial art. The show we saw had a very small sampling of some of the artwork created in these classes.
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak





When I was a little kid, Santa used to ride a fire engine to all of the school bus stops and give us each a bag with candy and an orange in it. It was awesome. Holidays in small towns are the best. Now that our town is not nearly as small Santa can't come to each neighborhood anymore. This year they started a new Christmas festival and we got to go to a local mall to see Santa ride in on an engine and greet each of the kids. We didn't get the goodie bags because we didn't want to wait in line but Red Fish did get to hug Santa and remind him that she wants a bumble bee and some meat for Christmas. (Little weirdo.)
Red Fish has been begging to go see "the cute dinos" so we went to the Dinosaur museum. It's the first time New Fish has wanted out of her stroller and really gotten into visiting the museum. It was fun. Two Fish came and met us after work and we got some dinner at the deli. Then we saw some live reindeer. It was a fabulous night.
Red Fish learned to play Shoots & Ladders and Candy Land this week and she is completely addicted. She tries to convince everyone to play with her. Tonight she had "Pop Pops" play both with her. Santa is bringing Red Fish a bumble bee game that I'm pretty sure she is going to go crazy over.

We tried stamping on construction paper to use as wrapping paper yesterday. It turned more into a very messy finger painting session but the girls had a blast.

| Meeting Cousin P. New Fish was MAD as could be at Uncle J for changing cousin P's diaper because he kept crying and she was convinced he was hurt. She is very protective over babies. |
