Curtains
Like Gandalady, I have just received Joaquim's end of year report. Among other nice things, it says that "he is happy to perform before others". Well, that was not in evidence last night at his second end-of-year school play. Last year he was supposed to play a shark, refused to go on, and then sobbed inconsolably when he realised he had missed his chance. This year he was supposed to be the narrator, refused to go on, and was not particularly phased when his teacher had to step in. I suppose that's progress. It would seem he's just not cut out for the stage, but on the way home he recited his part perfectly.
Sebastian, however, participated gleefully. He was a monkey; how apt.
Labels: Joaquim, Pemba life, Sebastian
posted by Rebecca @ 8:39 am
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For years now I have been intending to start practising yoga. Everyone always says how great it is. My sister's been doing it for something like 7 years. Two weeks ago I gave myself a kick up the butt and joined Pemba's one and only yoga class. I had been lead to expect that yoga was a gentle, transcendental experience. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it is a sweaty, difficult, at times painful and effortful affair. It turns out that Pemba's one and only yoga class is power yoga. I have been yoga'd.
