Thursday, May 19, 2005

Close to Nowhere
By Linda Jones

Anatomy lesson?

• Tuesday morning our baby granddaughter gave me “Schoolhouse Rock” lessons all the way to school.

The “baby” (maybe I should start calling her the youngest?) graduated from kindergarten at Marshall Academy Tuesday night, so on the trip in to a half-day at school, mostly for rehearsal, she was very excited (to say the least).

For a while, she sang all about “skeletons” and how it’s your frame. I learned all about how the legbone is connected to the “fie” bone and how knees work. All set to “Schoolhouse Rock” tunes.

Then we progressed on to the “nerbus” system. Your brain sends telegrams to all your body parts telling you to “get your hand off the stove, it’s hot!” And your spine holds it all in place. What all, I’m not sure, but whatever it is, your spine holds it there!

When my kids were growing up, Schoolhouse Rock was one of the best things on television.

To this day, “Conjunction junction, what’s your function” runs through my head regularly.

Together with my children, I learned how a bill (“I’m just a bill, just a regular bill”) goes through the legislative system and becomes a law. So I can thank “Schoolhouse Rock” for teaching me lessons that I needed as an adult and especially working at a newspaper.

“I’m Just A Bill”
“I’m just a bill.
Yes, I’m only a bill.
And I’m sitting here on
Capitol Hill.
Well, it’s a long, long journey
To the capital city.
It’s a long, long wait
While I’m sitting in committee,
But I know I’ll be a law some day
At least I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still just a bill.”

(Now, I bet you’re singing it in your head also!)

Along with kindergarten graduation, we’ve also had spring dance recital to contend with.

The recital itself is always fun. You get to sit in a dark auditorium and admire all the wonderful little bitty girls out there dancing strictly to their own tune — it’s certainly not to the music that’s playing.

My favorites are always the really little ones — and this year, as always, they didn’t fail me.

The three-old-olds were priceless. One little one stood at the end of the line and mostly just wiggled and bounced to her tune. My favorite was a little blonde girl next to her that I’ve never seen when she wasn’t smiley all the way across her face.

She smiled and danced and blew kisses to her dad and waved and was so happy she made everyone else happy.

Oh, Binky and her class were really good! And the older girls were spectacular, as always.

Just not quite as much fun...

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