forgotten one thousand

Here are yesterday's and today's gifts I want to remember:

#14 the way my son painted with the intensity of Ed Harris in Pollock:

Knox painted his Reading Fair Project last night with sweeping strokes, spackling almost here, and rubbing in curlicues there.  Brilliantly done.  His backdrop matches the mysterious unpredictability of the ocean.  He commented how he liked using a bit of green, as he stood on top of the quilt draped over the air hockey table and created his masterpiece.  Blue, turquoise, and green paint speckled feet, arms and clothes.  A brushstroke on the wall here and a splatter on the trampoline there.  Who cares if he places? 

#15 the response to the style exercise in which my voice students made "Amazing Grace"  beautifully unique:  haunting, sweet, and heavenly.

#16  playing Candyland with Ben today for lunch, using fruit chews and Teddy Grahams.

#17  D anticipating the opening of baseball season like a typical teenager who is crazy about a sport; every morning, afternoon and night he asks me "Baseball?" to find out when it begins.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 17, 2012 at 5:56 PM

    That painting sounds like so much fun.
    And what a creative way to play Candyland - we'll have to try that!
    I saw a sign just the other day for baseball sign-ups and couldn't believe it was already time...he won't have to wait much longer!

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    1. GinnyJanuary 18, 2012 at 12:33 PM

      It was fun playing, but the winner got to eat the goodies and somehow I lost each time! :)

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 18, 2012 at 12:18 PM

    Oh my gosh, I loved the painting scenes in Pollock. I was so moved that I was tearing up. A couple of months ago, I watched it for the first time. I was doing a lot of painting then. I need to resume.

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  3. GinnyJanuary 18, 2012 at 12:33 PM

    I teared up watching those scenes too--that was the only difference. Knox didn't have the painful intensity. Watching him was sheer joy--of course the amount of paint and water he used caused his cardboard project to bow, so now the bookcase is flattening it out. Hope the heavy tomes will do the trick!

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