My fourth and final Kindermusik practicum class took place at my home today instead of at the church where we had been for 3 weeks. It was FUN and I’m sad that, for now, it’s over. I’m running into some walls trying to find a rental place from here on out. And I’m sure the city will fight me on my having a business at home. Sigh. More pix coming in the next post, but doesn’t this one just scream “Kindermusik is happening here because not all the neighbors have a penguin on their mailbox!!”?
The 3rd Kindermusik practicum class today was FUN, FUN, FUN!!! I love the kids, I love the grown-ups, I love the singing/dancing/playing we’re doing. I’m truly transported to a magic space, which is important to keep in mind. This Bama born and bred gal (me) ails ALOT with the Oregon gray weather. I’ve been itching to move somewhere tropical. Maybe I just need to hold Kindermusik classes ALL the time instead of heading to Florida?? 🙂
Here’s what I’d really like to do. Live in Oregon, April 1st till Dec 6th, and then live somewhere WARM from Dec 7th until March 31st. Hey, other snowbirds do it, why not? Nothing beats Oregon summers – or tropical winters 🙂
If you haven’t done so yet, check out www.kindermusik.com In the bottom left corner where it says, “Try a free preview class”, my schedule will soon be listed!
Keep singing and dancing y’all!
Being the southern gal that I am, I will just plum chat it up with anyone. I saw a couple at Whole Foods this morning eyeing the Kombucha bottles. (It’s a fermented “tea”; one that I make at home when I’m not in lazy or super busy mode). Welllll – I seized the opportunity to tell them about this wonderful drink. It has probiotics and B vitamins. It’s energizing and calming at the same time. And you almost certainly won’t like it the first time you drink it. But then it GROWS on ya. Yum, yum, yum.
This morning, I had a PT appt at 7:45am. Something just not quite right about that early hour. Today is music class, then music practice for when I play in the hospital again on the 21st, and Kindermusik prep for my 3rd practicum class on Tuesday. Tonight, we’re going to a lecture on DNA stuff. You know – stuff about DNA. 🙂
Happy day y’all. Have some Kombucha!
Today was the first day of my Kindermusik practicum. It was FUN! It was wild! It was – downright inspiring. As an empty-nester, I realized (again) how much I miss the little guys. Young children are so authentic, creative, imaginative and in the moment! I also realized how much I miss teaching. My Special Ed degree was eons ago, but I have, in one way or another, been involved in teaching/tutoring/mentoring most of my life.
The adults and kids in my practicum are so wonderful, I’d like to take them all home. That might be hard to explain to Pete when he’s back from his business trip. Talk about not leaving my work at the office! 🙂
10 pounds of materials for 30 minutes of class. That’s an average of .33 pounds per minute. (I’ve been with an engineer too long) 🙂
Now for my “Leap of Faith” story. I had a Divine Inspiration of sorts recently to offer my Kindermusik business, once it is up and running, on a donation basis in order to level the playing field in the greater Portland area. However, I’m finding that I will be swallowed up in debt so fast that this model won’t work yet. Hopefully down the road, I can offer scholarships or have a nonprofit, 501c3 portion to my business. That remains to be seen but the good intentions are definintely there!
There is also a music specialist position open at the hospital where I am already volunteering as a hallway musician for sick kids. If I didn’t need it for flute playing, I would (virtually) give my right arm to have that job, especially if it’s on a part-time basis.
Big leaps, stretching the faith portion accordingly.
I have had months to prepare for my Kindermusik practicum, and it finally starts tomorrow. I am SO excited. The only glitch is that I need a frog puppet (yay for last minute!)
*Red alert* All hands on deck. All frogs on deck. *Arooga, arooga* (sound of alarm).
I guess in this modern, techno age, puppets are a little hard to come by. However, I found a shop across town that has one. Now for an EFPPP – emergency frog puppet procurement procedure. Toads away, full steam ahead!
Late breaking update:
“The Unbelievable, Amazing Frog Puppet Adventure”
I had a doctor’s appointment in downtown Portland at 4pm. The toy store was to close at 6 pm. I had plenty of time to go fetch my Amazing Amphibian of Puppet Origins, right? Wrong! As doctors’ appointments go, I was lucky to be out of there by 5:30. I raced my incredibly directionally impaired self through the dark and stormy night streets of Portland, missed one of my planned turns, and finally found street parking at 5:50pm. I got my parking permit from the machine that is so slow I could have filed my nails and curled my hair, slapped it in the window of my car, and proceeded to RUN like a crazy child. It was now 5:54pm
One block over and five blocks down, after dodging SUVs, street cars and hidden-in-the-dark potholes, I raced into Finnegan’s Toy Store, at 5:58.5pm and panted loudly, “I NEED A FROG PUPPET”. Apparently they are used to people making such proclamations because they did not bat an eye. They found me my lovely, plush, it even sings, Ueber Frog. After purchasing it, I did the eco friendly, Portland thing and refused their paper bag. Away I went, down the streets at night, grinning widely with an oversized frog noggin hanging out of my purse. Another adventure in the name of children’s music!
The last fews days have been challenging, mainly with an unexpected pain fest, but some awesome things happened along the way.
Sunday night, Pete and I listened to a live Irish session. On a small side stage, 3 year old twins were “dancing like no one was looking”, as the saying goes. They inspired me and helped me to feel better by just being themselves.
Last night, Pete and I listened to a live bluegrass jam. Bluegrass will heal anything that ails ya, guaranteed. At the booth that was next to and above ours (picture 2 levels of booths with 3 stairs leading to the top level) the cutest little girl peeked over and smiled at me. I engaged her in conversation but it eventually got to where her mom told her to “stop bothering the lady so she can eat her dinner”. I told her I was the one who brought on the chatting and that I should be put in time out 🙂 As the family was leaving, the little girl wanted to say good-bye to me. Two and a half year old Stevie came running over and gave me a spontaneous, big hug. Totally made my day!!
Annie, the angel, has rounded up several gals, with whom I used to interpret, to come to my Kindermusik practicum. The last time I saw these gals, they weren’t even preggos yet so I hadn’t thought to contact them. It will be SO nice to have friendly, familiar faces, and their sweet little ones, at my practicum.
Whew – the clouds have parted and the angels are singing. Things are looking up!