I had forgotten that the last time I posted before today I was still a bit obsessed with lists a la Facebook style.
More random things from me (v. 4/09):
* I attended 3 different high schools in 4 years. No two consecutive years at the same one.
* I chased a rabbit out of my yard last night with my 3yo, completely oblivious to how I might appear to random strangers. The random strangers I met were my new neighbors. That was a little embarrassing. They seem very nice.
* I am claustrophic to a degree not easily expressible. I am learning that non-claustrophobic people don't seem to get it. At all. Knowing it's in my head doesn't mean I can control the awful fear I have of suffocating.
* I have been known to say that my worst fear is something happening to my kids but that's not quite true. I won't even entertain those thoughts long enough to allow them to become fears. My worst fears involve terrible injuries to myself.
* My husband has spent part of every March for the last 14 years in Springfield, IL, with me, working with YMCA Youth & Government. He has never been to a single Lincoln site. I am racked with guilt over this. I am hoping to rectify that this summer.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Otis at 36
P received a copy of Beverly Cleary's _Otis Spofford_ from the Easter Bunny. A mischievous 8yo boy for a mischievous 8yo boy. Seemed a good fit.
I realized while reading it with him that I have read it before. Years ago. I was a big Beverly Cleary fan - Ralph the Mouse (which is what reminded me to introduce BC to my big kid), Ramona Quimby, Ellen Tebbits, and Otis.
P loved Otis. Otis, years after reading him for the first time, simply made me sad. Otis has no father, his mother is constantly working and has little time for him, and the lady who is supposed to watch him after school is mean. He likes to stir things up and as a mom (or maybe just as a grown-up?) it seems clear that all he wants is a little attention. And lacking positive attention, he'll take it any old way he can get it. It's not a book about friends and it made me sad to read. I hope P doesn't ask me to read it again anytime soon.
I realized while reading it with him that I have read it before. Years ago. I was a big Beverly Cleary fan - Ralph the Mouse (which is what reminded me to introduce BC to my big kid), Ramona Quimby, Ellen Tebbits, and Otis.
P loved Otis. Otis, years after reading him for the first time, simply made me sad. Otis has no father, his mother is constantly working and has little time for him, and the lady who is supposed to watch him after school is mean. He likes to stir things up and as a mom (or maybe just as a grown-up?) it seems clear that all he wants is a little attention. And lacking positive attention, he'll take it any old way he can get it. It's not a book about friends and it made me sad to read. I hope P doesn't ask me to read it again anytime soon.
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