Coping strategies

Dear Music Teacher,

Apologies. The children were not able to practice their music very much this week. The end of winter is not close. Like all stressful information, this nasty bombshell dropped down of late by the Ontario weather departments (without, I am guessing, so much as a tiny consultation with mental health services. . . somebody should be fired, but I digress) has been hard to process. The children have coped as best they can.

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This latest in fort construction is in the garage. I hope you appreciate the camouflage they’ve added. I’m reasonably sure that the assembly required use of things that were supposed to require permission. No doubt it came together during time that could have been spent on piano. The good news is that the children saw fit to construct an edifice rather than do what might have seemed more natural, namely deconstructing their own eyes or each other with all the many remaining icicles.

Boy two has been inseparable from his bow and arrows after school. He could only stand doing it alone for so long. The only one who would go out with him the first time was girl two and I didn’t know what was happening until she been in training sessions long enough to bang on the window and ask me to watch her shoot an arrow. I couldn’t scream – she wouldn’t have heard me through the glass anyway. So I cheered when it went five feet because I knew she would see me clapping. It’s been five days since then. Boy two and girl two have hit the house after school only long enough to grab a drink and put on their winter things. Then they disappear.

I wondered yesterday when I saw them heading out with the bow and a sled. I hadn’t known a sled was involved and I felt quite certain that it was not a scenario recommended in Today’s Parent. After the prerequisite window banging (to prove she can now shoot the arrow ten feet because her strength and technique are improving) boy two came in and disappeared. An hour later he had maps. “Our Place,” with a key. They’ve made a kind of sports village all over the septic system in the field. There are moguls, dog sled runs (boy two is the dog), places for archery, and other things I can’t understand even after careful explanation, but I get that they are really amazing. As a reward for my efforts, I was offered the rough draft copy of the map to keep for myself.

It has taken a week, but Girl one is finally jealous. The map tipped her over the edge. Boy two is playing it cool, but he’s pretty happy; his clientele is about to double.

So again, we apologize about the music, which you are obviously very serious about. If it helps, I could give you my map.

Kind regards,

Failed Practice Enforcer

3 Comments to Coping strategies

  1. Oh my goodness! This is so funny. Thanks.

  2. Marilyn says:

    I for one would love the map and we could make a music map or sound scape, how does that sound? xo

  3. Rachel Bushnell says:

    Sochi lives on . . .