A song that Oona and I have been singing a lot lately --
The bear went over the mountain-- which is a bit dark, don't you think? Yet another hard lesson for the bear.
The bear went over the mountain
The bear went over the moun-tain
to see what he could see.
And all that he could see
And all that he could see
And all that he could see
was
the other side of the mountain
the other side of the mountain
the other side of the moun-tain
was all that he could see.
Oona really likes to belt this out on the way to school, in the 7:30 darkness as we traipse up icy Cherry Street, although she sometimes gets stuck on the first chorus.
Today I had her convinced that we would do "a special Valentine's switch" where she went to my office and worked on my computer and the boss came in and yelled at her every five minutes ("Do more work, Oona Berger!") and I would take her spot at school and play trucks and eat snacks and have two servings of lunch and three of dessert and a nap and then snuggles with Sammi. And she got so sick/frustrated with me going on about this that she said, "You should stop talking now and just be quiet because we need to focus. On walking. Stop talking and focus."
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Speaking of focus: something I lost the other day, blurred by all the Buster stuff, was the anniversary of Sylvia Plath's suicide. Ol' Ted Hughes already has a lot to answer for, not least of which is suppressing the news of her death.
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