My Dream Day

What would you do if you had a dream day? In no particular order, I would: walk on the beach of Sea Island, Georgia with my kids the first low tide after a harvest moon, ride in a hot air balloon, walk in an apple orchard in bloom, and float on a giant air mattress on a still lake or lagoon. I would eat tuna sashimi, fish tacos, lemon meringue pie, apricots, and kettle corn. I would walk barfooted on soft grass, have a hot stone massage and pedicure, lay out on the beach, eat fresh raspberries and tomatoes still hot from the vine, go to the Geddy museum, catch some frogs, finger paint with some four-year-olds, ride a Ferris wheel, and cross country ski across a quiet, flat field. I would read Dandilion Wine, Wuthering Heights, Eight Cousins, These is My Words, and We The Living. I would sit in the celestial room of any temple with my husband. On my best day I would visit tidepools. I would watch Lawrence of Arabia, Notorious, Footloose, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, and Empire of the Sun. I would perform with Ester Williams in a water ballet. I would wear a full lenth, bias cut, silk dress in the palest pink. I would call everyone "Darling". The sound track for my dream day would include Tiako drumming, flamenco music, and fiddle music that wailed like the wind torn sobs of a sea widow. Amy Lavere and AlexCuba would play a concert just for me. I would dance to Samba music and tango with some heart stoppingly handsom Argentine. I would also include the sound of rustling aspen leaves in my sound track. I would sleep out under a dizzy, starry sky. I would watch fireflies. I would sit by an open fire. I would hold a purring cat and a sleeping baby. And on my dream day, Doris Day would take me on a wacky, dreamy, romantic adventure which would include riding scooters around a European city.

MY BRAIN IS THE INTERNET

K3G1 and I are pictured here.


Quote of the week: My oldest son, K1B1, told me that his brain, "is basically the internet." This was his response to my concern about his lack of concern that I might have the April Fools day worm on my computer.



Here is a photo of the computer that wore tennis shoes.

The boys went to the priesthood session of LDS general conference, and the girls partied. K3G1 got out the clarinet she has been playing all of one week, K4G2 got out a recorder, and I sat at the piano. Together we played the instrumental basics such as Hot Cross Buns. Once we had gone through our smashing repertoire, I played some very simplified versions of Puff the Magic Dragon, Mickey Mouse Club, and Casper the Friendly Ghost while the girls sang along. While we sang, K4G2 styled my hair. It was a night of many talents. We had never done anything like that before. K3G1 exclaimed, "We've been making music for an hour and a half!" That was a magic moment never to be duplicated. My next door neighbors will be glad.

The last few days, the older three kids have been pretty upset about layoffs that are happening at their school. They are especially concerned about an English and a science teacher that are being fired. Usually my kids want me to butt out of their school lives. In this case they asked me to get involved. They seemed to want me to storm the establishment bunker. I did what I could. I wrote to the teachers to express my gratitude and concern. I offered to help them in any way. Then I wrote to the head of secondary education. I explained that layoffs should be based on skill level and classroom effectiveness rather than seniority. Unfortunately, the school has weakened it's science staff with one of these layoffs. Our family has had so much trouble with one of the older science teachers who remains. The young woman being fired has asked that I not do anything that might burn bridges between her and the school.

My kids would all like to see the campus minister, a relatively new staff position, done away with. I am not impressed with the man who fills that post. One time he sat behind us at a football game. When the school president appeared at the game, he stood up and said to his guests, "My boss is here, so I need her to see me glad handing some students. I'll see you later." We were not impressed by his sincerity. My children don't think he carries himself with the dignity that a servant of God should radiate.