Hey everyone, it's that time in the life of a blog when the blogger says why they haven't updated in so long! Well, it turns out:
-I am a shitty blogger
-Because I hate blogging.
I guess I wish I didn't, because I like this project, but I do. I just find it really tedious and boring to pull all the pieces together. This is ironic for someone who will happily perform such mindless repetitive tasks as knitting, filling out forms, taking online quizzes, highlighting rows on a spreadsheet etc, for hours.
It's Wednesday morning and I'm waiting for my preschoolers to arrive. I have two Thanksgiving books picked out for today, because they might not come next week. But they might, in which case I'll have to find at least two MORE, and there are not a lot of thrilling Thanksgiving readalouds for squirmy packs of preschoolers.
I'm still challenging myself with reading some longer stories. Mostly, they like it-- the one story that tanked hard was, sorry to say, Bea and Mr. Jones by Amy Schwartz. I thought this book was hilarious when I was little. But then, I had a father who took a train to work, in an office, carrying a briefcase, so I was a little bit familiar with that world. The blank expressions crossing my preschoolers' faces as I read about Bea coping with executive pressure were enough to convince me NOT to try reading it to the second group as well. Squirmy? By the end of the story they were in full on squirm revolt. They HATED this book. The pictures are black and white, which didn't help. Sorry, Amy Schwartz, but the babies of East Oakland do not approve. I swapped in Doreen Cronin's Wiggle for the second group.
Today, in addition to the Thanksgiving books, I'm planning to read The Quiet Noisy Book by Margaret Wise Brown. I think she is a surrealist genius. Maybe I will talk more about that later, but don't forget I am a shitty blogger.
