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gfrancieThe other night I was drawing the curtains as dark was impending. Just as I was about to draw a curtain I noticed an unusual light. I looked closely and realized my next-door neighbor was standing on his back porch ear candling himself. I saw him just as he had just lit the candle. Now I am not making any judgment on the act (if he finds it helpful then good for him) but it was a slightly odd thing to come across at six pm on a Monday night. That is always the entertaining side of having homes close together and windows that look out upon property. You get used to being able to see into each other's homes and you sometimes forget about that when you walk through in your knickers. But everyone ignores each other to the best of their ability at times like that. At the very least you can have an entertaining stories for your friends.
Took Senor Onion to story-hour this morning as we are inclined to do on Thursday mornings. We have found that he appreciates the actual story portion of the experience but he finds the songs equal parts bewildering and silly. Now he likes music (he has his favorite songs) and seems to like it when I sing to him; but when there is group singing with hand motions he is not impressed. He never is poorly behaved but he won't join in. And when they start in on the hokey-pokey...oh dear lord. *snorts* He looked around the room like he was in an insane asylum. He then quickly and quietly got up and walked out of the room. He did this the last time. I suppose I should give him points for never being loud and rude. He tends to go into the main part of the children's library, sits down and has a look at the books or puzzles. He was near another small boy who felt the same way about the hokey-pokey. His Mother was vaguely Northern European. (I think Scandinavian) When the children were singing the alphabet song and pronounced the letter Z as "zee" the little boy said, "they said zee and not zed it is wrong." The Mother said, "well sometimes you can say it other ways." The little boy disagreed and I had to snort a little bit. Senor Onion says zed because of Mr. Jenner's dangerous anglo-influence. The little boy and Senor Onion worked on puzzles next to one another. Children that age don't exactly play together. They play next to one another. Soon Senor Onion had his fill of the library and announced "time to go."
Well all right then.
And so we went.
I can't quite decide if story-hour is a wash or not.
Took Senor Onion to story-hour this morning as we are inclined to do on Thursday mornings. We have found that he appreciates the actual story portion of the experience but he finds the songs equal parts bewildering and silly. Now he likes music (he has his favorite songs) and seems to like it when I sing to him; but when there is group singing with hand motions he is not impressed. He never is poorly behaved but he won't join in. And when they start in on the hokey-pokey...oh dear lord. *snorts* He looked around the room like he was in an insane asylum. He then quickly and quietly got up and walked out of the room. He did this the last time. I suppose I should give him points for never being loud and rude. He tends to go into the main part of the children's library, sits down and has a look at the books or puzzles. He was near another small boy who felt the same way about the hokey-pokey. His Mother was vaguely Northern European. (I think Scandinavian) When the children were singing the alphabet song and pronounced the letter Z as "zee" the little boy said, "they said zee and not zed it is wrong." The Mother said, "well sometimes you can say it other ways." The little boy disagreed and I had to snort a little bit. Senor Onion says zed because of Mr. Jenner's dangerous anglo-influence. The little boy and Senor Onion worked on puzzles next to one another. Children that age don't exactly play together. They play next to one another. Soon Senor Onion had his fill of the library and announced "time to go."
Well all right then.
And so we went.
I can't quite decide if story-hour is a wash or not.
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Date: 2009-02-20 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 06:08 am (UTC)Maybe he can't afford cable anymore so he has to ear candle on a Monday night for entertainment.
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Date: 2009-02-20 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 07:26 am (UTC)Whenever I go back home I'm always stunned at the acreage between regular homes and think it would seem lovely. My mother says, "Oh, I see you've become like a Californian, being used to all your houses on top of each other." Even tibadoh starts to price houses and fantasize of life in the Dirty South. So I guess that makes us even more Californian-like, looking for new cheap homes elsewhere to acquire.
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Date: 2009-02-20 05:00 pm (UTC)I know a few things about our neighbor and he is a genuinely nice sort. (even if some of his taste in furnishings is a bit much) He likes to make cereal without his shirt on.
I grew up in a house that was quite close to our next-door neighbor but the way the homes were built (late 19th century homes) hardly any windows are on the sides of the home that nearly touch. So there was some privacy. I miss the Lewis family. It was a retired couple and their adult daughter. They had a couple of cats and at Halloween they always decorated like mad. You would open the door and the long hallway and the stairs were tricked out with all kinds of Halloween stuff and they would give you a big bag of candy in special little bags. There was a constant family of stray cats that lived in our and their backyard and every so often we would adopt a kitten out of the batch. (most would catch feline distemper and die so saving them was kind of a good thing for some kittens)
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Date: 2009-02-20 08:22 am (UTC)Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
As my neighbor stood ear candling, candling with ear wax galore.
Merely this and nothing more.
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Date: 2009-02-20 04:55 pm (UTC)Okay you win!
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Date: 2009-02-20 08:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 04:55 pm (UTC)"will I get a blogging post out of this? yes? it is a go!"
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Date: 2009-02-20 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-20 04:54 pm (UTC)He is such a relaxed kid -so much like his Father at times that it is spooky. And he does like the whole build-up to going to storyhour. He just isn't a hokey-pokey kind of kid. Mr. Jenner told me that when he was a child that he wouldn't want to play games at his own birthday party. He would play to one side and observe what was going on.
I think I have one of those children.
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Date: 2009-02-20 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 07:30 pm (UTC)I did find, though, that walking to the bakery afterward for a dinosaur cookie got both of my kids more interested in story hour each week, lol.