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May 15,1998
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Early dismissal today. Me & kids from 12:30ish on through piano. The hippie in the bathroom has moved to the upstairs bathroom now that the one downstairs is usable. Me and Andrea are trying to work on the prairie dog habitat for her school project. Her idea is to make it out of flour, sugar, water, confection sugar, and green food coloring. Mine is to make it out of grass and dirt like actual prairie dogs. Both methods result in huge messes and no habitat. Oh well, arts and crafts has never been my strong suit. While Andrea and I were waiting for Lizzy to finish her piano lesson I read The Red Shoes to her from my Fairy Tale Omnibus at her request. Before we got to the end, she declared it a yucky story. I agree. I didn't even want to read it! Why do we think fairy tales are suitable for children? Were children of olden times able to handle more blood and gore and moral absolutism that children today? The punishment for the sin of vanity is way out of proportion to the crime. Just the idea of shoes that dance you around at their will is frightening enough without the heads man cutting your feet off and replacing them with wooden ones. And the idea that even that wasn't enough! Eek! Lizzy made me read the whole story to her while Andrea had her lesson. We all agreed it was yucky. I requested early dismissal from the kids so I could go hear Jill Lepore reading and signing The Name of War at Andover Bookstore. That's the book on King Philip's War that I just finished reading and was blown away by. I first got interested in King Philip's War from reading about Rhode Island history. How we got from "What cheer, Netop" to the Great Swamp Massacre puzzled me. It still does even after reading The Name of War but at least I have a little more insight. |
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