Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Miscellany

The Halloween countdown continues. The Weather Gods have found great favor with my sacrificial offerings. As of this morning, the Friday forecast is clear, sunny with a high of 66! This is good stuff, Maynard. More duds. Must buy more duds. TinyTuna's costume at dance worked out just fine. She complained it was "hot" (my response: too bad), and told me in tap they didn't do "buffalos" because it would be dangerous for Princess Odette (TinyTuna) and Hermione. Safety first!

Beethoven wrote a composition called "Rage over a lost penny." Last night TinyTuna wrote "Rage over a denied Tootsie Pop." This is yet another reason Halloween drags on me so much. I hold a pretty tight control over the distribution of candy in my house, because it whacks out TinyTuna, both physically and mentally. So at 8pm last night when TinyTuna was denied her Cherry Tootsie Pop, she went ballistic and was appropriately sent to bed. The good news of this overly dramatic saga is that this morning TinyTuna voluntarily gave me the Halloween Candy dish. She knows because of last night's meltdown, it is going to be retired for the season. I won't toss the candy, but it will no longer be sitting out in the open. It's better that way.

This afternoon is parent-teacher conferences. Why do I get slightly nervous for these things? I don't know. I am anxious to meet her teacher and her student teacher. For the most part, I am very pleased with what she is doing in class. I'm hoping her teachers feel the same. The first conference is always a "getting to know you" kind of deal, since I am a working parent and cannot pop in the classroom unannounced on a whim. I'd rather not do that anyway. Let the teacher teach, I say. Unless, of course, the teacher is incompetent (See - 2nd grade. A story for another day). Hopefully the conference will be productive. Since it is conferences, TinyTuna has YET ANOTHER half-day. A CAPS LOCK event in my irritated mind. She's coming into the office this afternoon, armed with computer games. Good times for TinyTuna. She loves the office.

One final thought in my rambling morning. Last night some of my singing Tuna's sang for each other in our vocal studio class. Overall, I was pretty pleased. There was some word-forgetting afoot, which is never good, but to their credit, nobody stopped mid-song -- they kept on going until they could figure out where to jump back in. They're learning. One of my forgetful students stopped to chat with me as she was leaving. I told her she sang well, but she obviously had some "word problems". Her response? "Yeah, I know. But you should have heard me yesterday. It was REALLY awful! Today was much better, you should be happy!" Whaaaaaat?? That's an interesting leaned-down philosophy. Yesterday my singing sucked beyond belief, but today it only mildly bit, so you should be happy because I'm so much better?? Um, No. My silly, optimistic students. Some of them will have to undergo another session of "being prepared is a requirement, not an option. They'll learn, I promise you.

Oh, and I forgot something else. Uber-Auntie Tuna mentioned yesterday about someone going trick-or-treating where the kids got candy and the adults got beer. Hee Hee Hee. It's funny because it's true. TinyTuna's father was never happier in his entire life. His eyes lit up like it was Christmas. I wonder sometimes if that is why he manages to turn up every Halloween. As for Uber-Auntie Tuna and the upcoming Halloween bash, I sure hope being dressed as a tired mom holding a spare trick-or-treat bag is costume enough, because most likely that's the best you're gonna get. Bah-Humbug.
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