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Different Day Down Under

Beauty in the day: he was feeling “confused” – things here are a bit different than they are Down Under, it would seem. “Excuse me, but I am confused about Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I think perhaps last year we did go to school on his birthday, because it was on a different day than it is this year.” We had a talk about “how things work”, and he chewed on this a bit, and then announced that he was very confused about the next upcoming holiday. “Which holiday would that be?” I asked.
“Memorial Day, and it’s in May,” he explained. “I’m wondering if it will get cancelled.”
“Oh no, it certainly won’t get cancelled. It’s a national holiday.”
“Yes, but we didn’t have that one in Australia.”
“Well, no, I suppose not. But here we do have it.”
“But perhaps it will get cancelled if the people that do it get sick.”
“The people that do it?”
“Yes, the people that are in charge of the holiday. If they get sick, it would be cancelled.”
“Oh no, it most certainly will not be cancelled. It’s a national holiday. There is no one in charge – all the people celebrate it together – no one ‘does’ it. We ALL ‘do’ it.”
He liked that, and started to go, but then stopped and turned.
“In Australia they still talk about the Civil War.”
Time to go back to class – I saw a bunny trail looming. After all, the kid had a Guest Teacher today.

Bloggbävning

Beauty in the day: I went to IKEA. I only needed one thing. Just one. But I grabbed another on my way through. Traveling at the breakneck speed of “like a snail running”, I made my way through the maze that makes up the warehouse-of-a-store, trying my best to ignore the oddly sauna-like atmosphere, as well as the perspiration forming along my hairline. I finally arrived at the corner of “No, the Line is Still About 75 Yards From Here”, and began to feel the elation of knowing that I was nearly out the door. Eventually I got in line; it was the line that serves as a placeholder for people who are trying to help the store look as busy as possible. The checker was of the same type. Yet somehow, miraculously, I found myself almost at the front of the line (behind gentleman who had no merchandise, but had a phone, on which he kept calling his wife and asking, “are you almost here? I’m almost at the front of the line”…then apologized and said she hung up.)

The beauty is that I have emerged in one piece – still alive. I have the unique opportunity to remind myself (again) the reason one does not shop at IKEA on a weekend or holiday.

Now off to Costco…