Trying and failing
I was trying to write a post that would somehow communicate how yuck the end of the week has been yet in an interesting and funny way. I failed. I am too down in the mouth and sick at the throat and yuck. There’s nothing bad going on, although a few of us are sick. There’s nothing specific that went wrong, unless you count spilling a whole bottle of mango juice over the back seat of your car wrong (followed by an unwanted vanilla shake spilling all over the front seat). Or unless you count arguing with a friend which I hate doing. Or unless you count being a grumpy blogger with a heightened tendency to guilt and self-doubt.
But see, I don’t like writing all that stuff in a serious kind of post because it invites petting and while I LOVE petting (really) I don’t like to invite it. I’m the sort of sick person who has to be physically wrestled to bed and force fed tea and only then will I dissolve into grateful and tired compliance.
So instead, a story. Daniel was asked to draw a picture of what his classroom would look like if there were no rules. In this picture, there was a window through which you could just see two feet.
“That’s the teacher,” he grinned. “She just got thrown out the window.”
Weeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Splat.
Interesting that when our mood isn’t happy, our body isn’t, either. Feel better. Hang out with Daniel as much as you can; he seems to have a good life-view. (Those two feet in the window he drew would have been mine. I was forever running away from school, rules, confinement…)
Wrestle wrestle… I’m sure you’ll be back to your old saucy self soon.
Don’t you just HATE spilling shit in your car? I do! My car smells like rotten milk.
Luckily, my drugs are kicking in
I love your son’s idea! Could you scan it in and post it? I think my feet would be sticking out–but I am not sure whether I ran away or was thrown out!
(Incidentally. I used to teach at Gallaudet which is currently trying to throw the incoming pres out the window.)
(And another incidentally: do you know Trout Fishing in America? And their song “Throw it out the window”?)
Do hope you feel better soon. GO TO BED! DRINK TEA!
Drinking tea works for me. I make orange spice tea in a favorite mug (see my blog for more mug pictures and stories) when I’m feeling down in the throat, er, mouth.
And I often seem to channel Dorothy Parker, too.
Your car must smell delicious. And I, for one, would be glad to pet. You must need a pet. Deary. Being sick drains writing of anything but dreariness.
I’m reading Jane Eyre, and enjoying it, and it’s all your fault.
Daniel’s classroom is very much accurate, I think, and my teacher friend would agree.
She has a student named Jack, who, when bored or in trouble or reading something that bores him or when desirous of peers’ respect, continues to whistle:
“Woooooooooooooo!” followed by “Ppppeeeewwwww KaBoom!”
Rockets. Day in and day out. Rockets.