the rest of the world as i know it (namely people living on the hill, and a few rich ones in the valley below) have all gone to watch The Mumbai movie...the one which won academy awards very recently, apparently. how the devil did it get to a house in the dorobos so quickly? even before the cinema in town?
i, on the other hand, am not at the mumbai movie. obviously. i sit at the dining table because my lovely personal private office space, which i love with a fierce, almost unmentionable intimacy, has been colonised by a band of likely candidates for lord of the flies participants and their barbaric side kicks. a famous grouse clinks comfortably next to me celebrating the fact that i am bloated with a gratifying smugness and irrepressible elation for:
1. completing my school reports ( a fortuitous opportunity to practise some creative writing and push the boundaries of mind numbness....) "abdi seems not to be enthusiastic about our expressive art classes. perhaps his shyness or his complete and utter loathing of the subject (or lack of even one teeny weeny creative original thought), has lead to his worryingly authentic take on jack nicholson in one flew over the cuckoos nest. his perseverance is overwhelmingly lacking. thank-you abdi...." and things like that. do you think the headmaster will get suspicious when the entire class scored "average" or "below average"? (apart from my pets of course - all A's A+'s, of which there are only two). i thought i was terribly kind about my A Level Lit student though. what a slacker. and if she dares arrive chewing gum and dotting her "i's" with empty little circles (fush. for you. http://fushandchips.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol-fucktards.html) and knows more structural terminology than me, well. quite simply, she shall have to be shot. thanks dora.
2. not losing my temper (ish) with the children and managing half successfully to vaguely convince myself that they were, indeed, beings of pure light. even though they have forced me to leave my sanctuary. little bastards high on their cyber fixation with lord of the rings.
and, in third place,(third My Big Thing Point Place) for being absolutely right about the fact that indeed the Universe is completely and entirely responsive to my important needs and predominant thoughts. it has the uncanny knack of knowing that if it doesn't give me the thing i need most immediately, i will implode and become unforgivably ( and even more frightening,) unforgettably ugly. nobody likes a scene. not even the jolly old Universe, it seems.
deeply elated. oh deeply.
Kitchen Board: Wednesday Evening (get it right, this time blogger man) 4 march 09.
Contributors: veronica (and the people who fnished the tomato sauce)
Comments: simple. a bottle of tomato sauce. easy. and it's wednesday. hurrah. over the mid week hump. tommorrow is an early start. second born has decided he is arragon and he will ride to school on his horse, sirrocco, for world book day. which is tommorrow all over the world people. not just here. there is no way he can possibly read or have read) lord of the rings, but he's watched it. and watched it. and watched it.
toodely toot toot, You. bisous, great rollicking elated ones X.X.X.