I don’t know about the other kids, but I had a great time at the FPL today. As we approach Thanksgiving, it was just me, Olivia, Klark and Vivienne. We continued with our pursuit of memory. Today we used a deck of cards for a game called “Blink.” We completely ignored the rules of the game and invented our own. There were three variables in the images on cards: number, color and shape. You had to remember what you saw and match at least one of the three categories. Let me just say, I had the weakest memory in the room. The others were so much better.
Then we did a drawing game. Each of us made three random marks on a sheet of paper, then passed our papers to someone else, then that someone else took the three marks and incorporated them in a drawing. The images were great. Klark did a drawing that looked as if it had been done by Shel Silverstein (so Klark signed it “Shel Silverstein). O drew a flying bull, Vivienne, a figure simultaneously willowy, feminine and creepy. I drew a bird shouting DOOM! I don’t kniow why.
We each drew several and we all kept saying “someone, make me three more marks!” They were so good I peeled down some of the old drawings (some of the kids who drew them now have kids of their own) and hung the new ones.
Then Vivienne found the purple tape and gave herself a mustache, eyebrows–she looked vaguely like Picasso.
Then we played Bocce. Klark prevailed. Then we came inside to eat pie. Then we remembered an improv game we’ve played before. Two chairs side by side, one person is the cab driver, the other is the passenger. Then we decided we needed to tackle a play after the holiday–we decided a Russian grandmother should be involved. Then Olivia said she’d write the play and it would be set in a donut shop. So, we have a plan.
We are all doing family things this weekend, but we will reconvene in the donut shop two Sundays from now–hopefully the Russian grandmother will be there as well.
Today was a lot of fun at the FPL–that much I DO remember.