Ballet stories; Bad thoughts; kittens
May. 26th, 2006 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantThe kidlet had a ballet recital last night. It's a huge event, three hours long, everything from little staggering toddlers in tap shoes the size of jelly beans to adult members of the company doing cool things with tambourines.
Oh, god, am I ever glad it's over.
The school also has a class for adults with various handicaps, some mental and some physical. Their song this year was "Circle of Life," and they were all dressed in black and wearing animal masks. There are three class members in wheelchairs, who were being pushed around in circles by attendants who were also wearing animal masks. And it's Bad Thought Time, because in one part of my brain, this is a lovely way to allow dance to have a part in everyone's life, but in another part, it looks like something out of a David Lynch movie.
Due to quality time with the recital program, I can tell you that in the white-Midwestern-ballet-girl demographic, Elizabeth is the clear name winner; there were seven Elizabeths, one Elizabeth Grace, one Eliza, one Beth, and four Libbys, for a total of fourteen. Grace comes in second, with seven Graces, one Gracie, and the abovementioned Elizabeth Grace. There were also an Anais, a Cassia, a Dailie, an Izair, a Lark, a Rowena, and a Ximena.
And there were kittens at the ballet this week. They were only four weeks old; their mother had been killed, and they'd been adopted by one of the full-metal ballet families, so you had three slinky teenage sisters in leotards and those weird knit hip-shorts wiping stray poop off the kittens' fur and smooshing mites out of their ears and trying to teach them to pee in a tap-shoe box filled with cat litter, while the kittens flailed with their paws out and their mouths open in soundless kitten oh noes.
I'd love to have a kitten, but by the time these are old enough to adopt, we'll be out of town. Alas.
Oh, god, am I ever glad it's over.
The school also has a class for adults with various handicaps, some mental and some physical. Their song this year was "Circle of Life," and they were all dressed in black and wearing animal masks. There are three class members in wheelchairs, who were being pushed around in circles by attendants who were also wearing animal masks. And it's Bad Thought Time, because in one part of my brain, this is a lovely way to allow dance to have a part in everyone's life, but in another part, it looks like something out of a David Lynch movie.
Due to quality time with the recital program, I can tell you that in the white-Midwestern-ballet-girl demographic, Elizabeth is the clear name winner; there were seven Elizabeths, one Elizabeth Grace, one Eliza, one Beth, and four Libbys, for a total of fourteen. Grace comes in second, with seven Graces, one Gracie, and the abovementioned Elizabeth Grace. There were also an Anais, a Cassia, a Dailie, an Izair, a Lark, a Rowena, and a Ximena.
And there were kittens at the ballet this week. They were only four weeks old; their mother had been killed, and they'd been adopted by one of the full-metal ballet families, so you had three slinky teenage sisters in leotards and those weird knit hip-shorts wiping stray poop off the kittens' fur and smooshing mites out of their ears and trying to teach them to pee in a tap-shoe box filled with cat litter, while the kittens flailed with their paws out and their mouths open in soundless kitten oh noes.
I'd love to have a kitten, but by the time these are old enough to adopt, we'll be out of town. Alas.