Carter summed it up best today: “It’s weird, cause you know how you’re supposed to be happy when school is out for summer? My class was sad.” Yep, it’s a special kind of place where kids ask their friend’s parents to sign yearbooks and wish the last day of school was a full day instead of a half day. (I haven’t written so many “Stay Sweet!” and “KIT”s since I left High School.)
Also unique? The middle school talent show. Not because the kids were extra talented or anything, but because they were perfectly normal, off-key, not perfect, cute and awkward, but at the end of each performance, from the roar of the crowd, you’d have thought they were rock stars.
A talent show at my middle school would have been like Showtime at the Apollo where a performer has less than 10 seconds to wow the crowd and anything less than perfection results in laughs and boos. Which is why you wouldn’t have found me anywhere near a stage. But Calvin is braver than I am . . .
I was standing at the back of the auditorium so you can’t see him, but if you turn up your computer speakers, you might be able to hear him playing guitar and singing. (It’s a Coldplay song).
I started these pants a long time ago — when Camille was an infant. As part of the move I’ve been sorting through everything: clothes, drawers, colored pencils, games, my yarn . . . I got tired of looking at this 3/4th finished project so I finished them up today. They are made of a cotton/linen blend yarn so they should be perfect for Bahrain’s year-round summer. I’m not actually a knitting machine, even though it seems like it lately. All I did today was 1/2 a leg, the ruffled cuffs and added the elastic waistband. I may start a new project this week since half the family will be gone and I can’t do much more before the packers get here. Or I’ll spend way too much time looking at patterns and feeling my yarn, but never actually be able to commit to a project . . . that’s usually what happens.