Every Friday Evening

 

Every Friday evening a 2 year old boy comes with his mother for a 30 minute English class.

Every Friday evening I blow up a balloon and put it somewhere in the room.

Every Friday evening when he comes in to the room we look for the balloon.

When he finds it I ask him what color it is and then we have the big conversation:

“Here you are.”
“Thank you.”     … as we pass it back and forth.

After that we move on to more extreme stuff like:

– looking for animals in the jungle
– making imaginary cakes with imaginary ingredients 
– examining the contents of magical bags holding treasures like plastic fruit, 2 piece animal puzzles, or things that need to be classified as a certain color

In between these important activities we sings songs:

– about his health (How are you?)
– environmental issues (How’s the weather?)
– public transportation (The Wheels on the Bus),
– monkeys jumping on beds, spiders climbing drainpipes, ducks hiking, …

It’s a quick 30 minutes and I actually look forward to it for some weird reason.

I know his name, but I don’t think he knows mine.

I’m just the balloon man.

 

note: another little kid calls me “Wednesday” because that’s when he has a class.

double note: little kids really need to have a life.

triple note: most kids like me because I’m bigger and very different looking than their parents … like a dinosaur … or something. I can live with that.

quadruple note: most kids like me are probably the same age as me … or older or younger. I know where you live.

quintuple note: finding two meanings in everything is really annoying sometimes.

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notes to myself #128

You end up where you belong … you don’t really fit in, but you still belong somehow.

My Ariel Sharona

“I never read it in a book
I never saw it on a show
But I heard it in the alley
On the weird radio”

from “If You Wanna Get To Heaven” by Ozark Mountain Daredevils

 

I can’t remember too much stuff I studied in High School: it’s all fragments and things disappearing around corners now.

However, I probably remember every song lyric I heard between 13 and 18 years old.

If there had been cool songs explaining Biology, Chemistry, Physics, and Algebra; I bet I would have …

– cured my lack of facial hair
– distilled a potion that made me irresistible to the opposite sex
– invented a way to win at PacMan
and
– built a Death Star in the shape of AC/DC‘s Angus Young‘s guitar.

Sadly for me the education through song portion of my fountain of knowledge dried up soon after “The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round”.

 

 

note: probably the most educational song I know is Monty Python‘s Universe Song.

double note: I might have even invented “flubber” if I had had enough money to buy records!

triple note: How cool was Fred MacMurray? Pretty cool! I kid you not!

quadruple note: “I studied so hard for the test that I lost my voice.”

quintuple note: sometimes the wheels on the bus don’t go round and round.

sextuple note: In the fantasy realm of educational songs …

The Rolling Stones: physics
The Beatles: entomology
Led Zeppelin: alchemy and aeronautics
The Animals: zoology
The Cars: automotive
ZZ Top: hair dressing school
David Bowie: biology
The Clash: art of war or fashion
The Police: criminology
Dr. Hook: medicine or possibly fishing
Men At Work: business
UB40: unemployment
The Doors: doors
AC/DC: the study of electricity
Crowded House: demographics
The Romantics: dead English poets you had to study in school
U2: spyware and spies and stuff

septuple note: I was going to include “Oasis: proctology” … but they weren’t around in my musical absorption period.

octuple note: Cheap Trick is more my life style.

 

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