Mr. John arrived first, then our volunteer, Alex, who brought her brother, Logan to the FPL. He is exactly the same age as Klark-they were born the same day. Donna dropped Klark and Olivia off.The boys eyed each other–I couldn’t help but think about their moms. Olivia brought her best friend. Vivienne brought her own crazy self (or rather her dad dropped off her own crazy self). Brianna wandered in fashionably late.
We’ve been doing some memory games and today we did one where we had to repeat a series of gestures, adding a new one with each round. I was eliminated almost immediately, but the routine reached something like 15 moves, some of them ridiculous–and we gave up with three survivors. Who knows how long they could have gone on?
I am working on a book of poems about the things that scare, annoy, or bother kids. I read them a couple of my poems, then gave each or them a paper with the outline of a head on it then they wrote or drew the things that made them feel that way. Interesting…I see some new poems on the horizon.
Our volunteer, Isaac, came in in time to get his fears down on paper too.
Then Vivienne turned a giant palm frond into wings. Hoops were shot. Cake was eaten. Yup, it was another gathering of the motley crew known as the FPL.
