My life is filled with irony news
It’s all about technology: I lay in bed last night reading a book on my Kindle–the little bit of technology I fought against for so long and now I love. I am currently re-reading Little Women and just finished Jane Eyre, A Christmas Carol, and Letters of a Woman Homesteader. As I was reading last night, Jo (my favorite March sister) mentioned reading Ivanhoe and I thought, “Hmm, I should re-read that” so I tripped over to the Kindle store and “bought” a copy (many of the classics are free). Isn’t it ironic that by embracing technology I’m revisiting classic literature?
” I think there must be something wrong with me. I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess.” (Charlie Brown): Yesterday, Nathan posted a link on Facebook to an NPR story talking about a new and lame app for A Charlie Brown Christmas. Yes, for a small price you can buy an app corrupting the only (non-traditional) children’s special that talks about the true meaning of Christmas. Irony or a complete loss of sanity? You decide.
Putting the pictures before the reality: I spent all day yesterday at the computer. I accomplished several things: my blog post about the magic of the season, an almost complete syllabus for the college course in Theater for Young Audiences that I am teaching in the spring, my blog post about nature, and a slightly disturbing 100 Word Challenge. In the middle of uploading all of the photos for the posts, and a computer that decided to be slow, I paused for a moment thinking, “I should go outside and take a walk on this lovely day.” But no, I decided to forge ahead and get the syllabus done, after all that was one of the tasks that I have been putting off forever and I want it done before I head to Slovakia. What’s the irony? Well, today is a “lovely” gray, rainy day. I spent the glorious day of sunny warmth at my computer loading up pictures about the healing power of nature. :P
I’m great at planting seeds, but things grow better without me. In the beginning of last summer, as some of you may remember, my artist friend Jackie and I ran a fabulous combined drama/arts program for adults with developmental disabilities that ended in a performance of sorts.The only frustrating thing about that program was that we couldn’t get any publicity help from the company we were working with, for some reason. I don’t even have many (read that any) pictures of the final performance as I was busy running it and none of the people from the company thought to take any.
When we decided to leave Kansas, that was perhaps the hardest thing to leave, because I would have loved to continue the program.
Jackie was able to continue the art side, however, which I was thrilled about. Of course, in a tiny twist of irony, they managed to get on the news creating art when we couldn’t get them on while they were performing art. Go figure.
If I sound bitter, I’m not. I am really proud of them and the program. The pattern of my life seems to go this way, because I have often helped initiate or plan programs only to leave as my life takes me down an unexpected path, yet the programs grow in strength without me there, and I find myself back with a shovel trying to dig new holes for new seeds. Ironic, isn’t it?
Sometimes, I guess, all you can do is laugh.