10 April 2006
autumnal fruits and Soup doings
So much has happened that I haven’t had a chance to blog about.
• Son #1 has decided to join the local strings orchestra. I am more thrilled than I can express. It will be soooo good for him to be around other musical kids, making music together, meeting new friends, and pushing his shy little self just a tad.
• The week before last, Sons #1 and 2 along with their class, got to speak, live, to the two astronauts who live in the International Space Station! Supposedly one can hear the whole thing at this link by clicking on Audio Library on the bottom left, but of course I can’t get it to work. If anyone does, it's the small Victorian school on 31st March, and my kids are the first and third last to ask their questions. Son #1 asked a musical question, surprise surprise, and #2 asked if one’s blood runs normally in space. (Answer: no, it runs up. So after an hour or so the astronauts have to lie down with their feet up). All the children did brilliantly, and we were so proud. They had been preparing for weeks, had learnt all about space, how to handle a radio (say your name, ask your [carefully vetted] question, and say Over) and they were soooo excited. As was the whole school community. There were about a hundred overexcited parents and grandparents crammed into the hall, bright-eyed, nervous, proud and trying to be silent. As Son #1 was first, he got to do all the audio checks with NASA before the ISS came into radio range for its eight short minutes. He repeated his question loudly and clearly about four times, then when it came to the real thing and he found himself actually talking to William Macarthur Junior (the Third, joked Mr Soup) (can you tell he’s American?) he fluffed and stumbled over his words. No matter. It was a wonderful evening. Yes, I got teary. Yes, I forgot my camera.
• On the weekend our new community held its annual festival. Wondrous! All sorts of things … a billy cart race, a duck race on the river, market stalls, live music, dinner at the pub for the Soup Family, and then a mesmerising and haunting visual and musical performance by a woman who grew up on a farm at the end of our road in what is now the national park (home of the kangaroo mob pictured in previous posts). After the show we bought the book of her paintings and she signed it for us. When I looked through it the next morning, I saw that the final painting is spookily similar to my misty morning photograph.
• Son #3 begins his first extra curricular activity tonight (apart from swimming which doesn’t count because it’s essential in this family and all the children do it whether they like it or not). He is doing circus skills. Much excitement all round.
• Son #1 has just been granted an interview at our preferred (Steiner) high school. Now all he has to do is charm them. The letter only arrived this morning and I am nervous and anxious, but cautiously optimistic. How could anyone meet #1 and not want him in their class? Please, my invisible friends, keep your fingers crossed for us.