Work Therapy
Aaaah, work therapy. Feeling a bit better today. Going to work is a great distraction from Down-in-the-Dumps-itis. It also helps to be surrounded by giggling 3 year olds. During one part of every class we pretend to eat something, drink something and go to sleep. While we are all lying on the floor pretending to sleep I frequently make piggy like snoring sounds. Today's class goes crazy during the snoring! I am apparently the Robin Williams of the Hamamatsu preschool set. Does tend to lift one's spirits. Later in the class I had some more good chuckles. I go around to each child while they are coloring a page from the alphabet book and point to today's letter and ask "what's this?" This week is X. Then I point to a picture of the coordinating object (in this case it's an X-ray) and ask "what's this?" I got some interesting answers today including "My name is Yuui" (wrong question sweetie!) and "banana". Keeps you smiling. But on the other hand I realized I deleted all the photos I took last week in my classes. I am just sick to my stomach. Uuuughhh!
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Hey, even cowgirls get the blues... Wait, where did I get that? I would love to tell you something that would bring you out of your funk, but I got nuthin...
Oh, and I agree, I loves me some Clooney...
Feel Better, or as my sister says, Hope your feeling butter!
- Melanie in Freakin Texas where it is just raining enough to be annoying
Hey Natalie,
I think it's partly the greyness that's been sitting over this country (well, Shikoku, and I assume much of the rest of it) the past week or two. Many of my friends (and I) down here have been in a funk as well. I agree, though, there's nothing like the extra-super-cute kids to make things look brighter. Makes it worth being here, doesn't it??
Sallie
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