Ballet stories; Bad thoughts; kittens
May. 26th, 2006 10:32 amThe 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.
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Date: 5/26/06 03:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/26/06 03:42 pm (UTC)LOVED your description of the rest. LOL. =>}
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Date: 5/26/06 03:54 pm (UTC)::shudder::
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Date: 5/26/06 04:40 pm (UTC)>Dailie<
...that's a new one. Poor girl.
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Date: 5/26/06 06:50 pm (UTC)Interesting about the million Elizabeths. (At my school-of-employment there's a Betsabeth, which is a variation I've never seen before!) Around here, the big revival name seems to be Emily/Emma/Emilia.
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Date: 5/26/06 07:01 pm (UTC)And all the kids here, boys and girls, are named Dylan. *g*
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Date: 5/26/06 07:37 pm (UTC)*carefully wipes screen*
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Date: 5/26/06 08:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/27/06 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/27/06 03:31 am (UTC)::massive soft-spot::
a very David Lynch Christmas!
Date: 5/27/06 03:38 am (UTC)You are far braver than I.
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Date: 5/29/06 07:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/29/06 07:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/29/06 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/29/06 07:06 pm (UTC)I already went through this with Lucy and Sophie and names like that, but Grace is the newest one.
I don't know Dailie, so I don't know how it's pronounced, but I fear the worst.
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Date: 5/29/06 07:09 pm (UTC)I don't see a lot of Emilys, and I've never met an Emilia, but there was a big boom in Emmas about fifteen years ago. Kidlet's favorite babysitter is an Emma.
Elizabeth surprised me, because it was big in my age group, too, and names don't usually recycle that fast. But all my Elizabeth friends were nicknamed Beth, never Libby. (Someone pointed out to me that some of those Libbys may be short for a post-9/11 boom of girls named Liberty.)
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Date: 5/29/06 07:10 pm (UTC)We have a similar surplus of Ryans, male and female.
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Date: 5/29/06 07:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/29/06 07:13 pm (UTC)Really it wasn't too bad for us, but they had some classes of three-year-olds who were performing after 9 p.m., which is just cruel. At that point, you're just going, "OK, nobody peed and nobody lay down on the stage and cried, so I guess the evening was a success."
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Date: 5/29/06 07:14 pm (UTC)The kidlet says, "Well, when our cat dies -- which I don't like to think about -- but then we could get a kitten."
Re: a very David Lynch Christmas!
Date: 5/29/06 07:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 5/30/06 08:04 am (UTC)Okay, I don't have a huge amount of personal experience with three-year-olds, but I've yet to even meet one who was awake after about seven-thirty unless it was to go to the toilet. Why on earth wouldn't they schedule the little ones first and then they could potentially be taken home after their performance if they couldn't keep going?
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Date: 5/30/06 02:47 pm (UTC)When my kidlet was three, it was very easy to keep her up after nine -- but you definitely paid for it, because once dinnertime was over her frustration threshold got lower and lower and lower ...