Car Noises
Weslee is working on a sign with graffiti letters. He shows me his two dances, and I am proud of the way I removed the silly putty all over his shirt. I worked on it for several hours, finally rubbing GooGone into it, washing it out, then washing it in soapy water. The final step was washing out the shirt in the washing machine to get the smell out of the GooGone. He is wearing a LOT of men's scent to over ride the cleaning scent... too much I would say.
I really enjoyed teaching my ballet girls last night. Those little ballerinas work so hard, and are moving ahead with fine technique. I feel so good when they do their steps with correct form, and learn to apply the brush and plie they need to do. Those learning the echappe royale did a nice job. We also were beginning the recital dance. I enjoy it when we zoom through the steps. I have picked steps they can do, and they are excited to learn. What a privilege to teach them! I am strict, and they are willing to hear what I say. Somehow it works.
Driving to and from work, I drive my good old Dodge Caravan 2005. It purrs nicely, but it is over 106,000 miles. How long do cars last these days? How long do motors last?
I wish my son would be interested in ballet. He is such a terrific athlete, and I could teach him so much. Ballet is a sport. It is not an accepted sport for many young men. Too bad, because the technique and the work do not in themselves determine a sexual orientation. I refer to the car noises. My number one son did not make car noises. I did not realize this until later, when number two son did. From the back seat of the car came car noises, plane swooshes, tractor crunches, you name it. One day I kept turning off the blinker. It was not the blinker, it was son number two.
Children are born with car noises within, and recreate them like a purring cat. I believe that some boys might be telling us they are more like girls when they do not. Girls hum in the back seat. Sometimes they squeal. They rarely growl. My daughter growled like a Mack truck. Her voice was like a truck driver putting in an order for breakfast at a diner. She did not purr or hum. She made car noises when she played with the garbage trucks, and ran them around the floor. I should have seen the writing on the wall.
Raising all these children I can honestly say, I have done my very best with all my children. They came to me with baggage, with histories, and I dealt with it. They all dealt with my history, my baggage. We have found a common ground to live peacefully as a family. I wish I would see and visit with my children more. They are spread out so far, I seldom see them. That is the drawback of many children that are launched into the world. They tend to move away. If everyone is underfoot, have you really "sent them into the world"?
Now a knowledgeable friend suggests I research new cars, since mine is destined to die....eventually. I find this hard to do. I do not have the funds, or the energy to even figure out what I would get next. Repair costs have been high, and are mounting to upkeep this car. I dread the car noises, and they are not the friendly ones from my little ones in the back seat...
I really enjoyed teaching my ballet girls last night. Those little ballerinas work so hard, and are moving ahead with fine technique. I feel so good when they do their steps with correct form, and learn to apply the brush and plie they need to do. Those learning the echappe royale did a nice job. We also were beginning the recital dance. I enjoy it when we zoom through the steps. I have picked steps they can do, and they are excited to learn. What a privilege to teach them! I am strict, and they are willing to hear what I say. Somehow it works.
Driving to and from work, I drive my good old Dodge Caravan 2005. It purrs nicely, but it is over 106,000 miles. How long do cars last these days? How long do motors last?
I wish my son would be interested in ballet. He is such a terrific athlete, and I could teach him so much. Ballet is a sport. It is not an accepted sport for many young men. Too bad, because the technique and the work do not in themselves determine a sexual orientation. I refer to the car noises. My number one son did not make car noises. I did not realize this until later, when number two son did. From the back seat of the car came car noises, plane swooshes, tractor crunches, you name it. One day I kept turning off the blinker. It was not the blinker, it was son number two.
Children are born with car noises within, and recreate them like a purring cat. I believe that some boys might be telling us they are more like girls when they do not. Girls hum in the back seat. Sometimes they squeal. They rarely growl. My daughter growled like a Mack truck. Her voice was like a truck driver putting in an order for breakfast at a diner. She did not purr or hum. She made car noises when she played with the garbage trucks, and ran them around the floor. I should have seen the writing on the wall.
Raising all these children I can honestly say, I have done my very best with all my children. They came to me with baggage, with histories, and I dealt with it. They all dealt with my history, my baggage. We have found a common ground to live peacefully as a family. I wish I would see and visit with my children more. They are spread out so far, I seldom see them. That is the drawback of many children that are launched into the world. They tend to move away. If everyone is underfoot, have you really "sent them into the world"?
Now a knowledgeable friend suggests I research new cars, since mine is destined to die....eventually. I find this hard to do. I do not have the funds, or the energy to even figure out what I would get next. Repair costs have been high, and are mounting to upkeep this car. I dread the car noises, and they are not the friendly ones from my little ones in the back seat...
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