The Storyteller --Our new big thing with F,G,D is going to the summer library program. F&G go once a week and hear stories and do crafts. We check out books and our goal for the summer is 20 books. When we reach our goal then we get to go to the library's swim party at the local pool/water park.
Can you believe school starts back on August 9 -- just around the corner?Anyway, every Friday night they have a special program. I am amazed at the talent of tonight's storyteller. Not just her talent at reciting stories to the children, or even her talent in creating the stories, I am amazed at Octavia's (
I know cool story-teller name) ability to hold the attention of 25+ young people for 45 minutes.
(This is with the exception of D who finds running in and out of the wonderful rows of books, much more exciting.)This bohemian looking mid 50's woman with a rat-tail haircut (
I'm not kidding) told wonderful tales about Kentucky folklore that seemed like they could have been passed from generation to generation to children mostly kindergarten to third grade age. F & G were sitting on a blanket that we brought and never moved except to get up on their knees to bounce with excitement as Octavia spun her tales. They were in the true definition of the word, mesmerized. 45 minutes -- now what do the experts say the attention span of a child averages -- she kept them ALL mesmerized. I am in awwww of Octavia.
The Thunderclap --It started storming (lightning, thunder, heavy rain, the works) before we left for the library. Daddy helped me get the kids to the van and we dropped Daddy off on our way. The rain eased and we had a dry run to the library door. After the program, it was drizzling rain. So we took our time getting to the van. The girls like to go down the handicap ramp -- which is a much longer route than the stairs. Must be a kid thing. I get D in the van, here comes G one parking space away from the van, FLASH, KABOOM, I jump and G literal flew into the van. If they had a radar on that child -- I know she'd have registered at least 90 mph. F just stopped in her tracks like she had been shot with a gun, frozen in her tracks, I had to holler. F get in this van.
Needless to say, getting them from the van to the front door was going to be an ordeal and it was. But on the way home, the girls were talking over each other trying to tell me the stories of the Dragons, and the woman with the red lips and long fingers...
Pretty neat night - and yes D -- he emptied an entire shelf of books. Now that's job security for some librarian.