Tuesday, July 03, 2007

"A Mighty Wind"

A recipe to know you ARE sane. Thanks person who recommended this movie. Where do I (we) begin. So, I watched this movie this evening on a day that I thought I was a nut case. Stress can make you feel nutty. This riveting film bore me up on a vessel of enlightment. My eyes were opened WIDE to how sane people behave (sarcasm).

Earlier today, my 4 year old screamed at me about how he didn't have enough fun yet. My 6 year old ran screaming across a field after being doused with water in front of a cage of turkeys. My 9 year old lit a sparkler in the woods and told his siblings not to tell anyone. Can you say drought? Nothing happened and the sparkler worked.

So I learned from this movie that nine year old boys should wear helmets while playing chess. I learned that Swedish PBN producers used to dream about being folk stars in their garages with card board figurines. I learned to sing loudly at appropriate scenes to drown out inappropriate sounds. I learned that my children might be right that the folk scene was a little hokey. Do audiences really neigh and crow?

I concluded I am sane. Stressed, with deranged normal children who scream on cue, right after I tell them that I think I am going nuts. At least I don't walk around squeezing little squishy ball toys and I now think my 14 year old son is going to work on growing his hair out and looking at people with very wide eyes and talking very slowly using words that are intelligent sounding.

Sigh. Tomorrow is another day. Stefan continues to eat oatmeal and applesauce and he is not convincing me that we were not evolved from monkeys. He says ooo, oooo, oooo when he sees me mix the oatmeal. How can oatmeal do such great things? Certainly not just oatmeal but the oatmeal combined with a smidge of brown sugar and the boiling water and of course a good dose of applesauce. (I think this every time I am cramming it down his face) (this is what Lutherans do when feeding stubborn babies). Did I say I wasn't crazy? Oooooo, oooooo, oooooo.

Anna and I were inspired after this movie to suggest that we break out in song during the next service with guitars, banjos, auto harps singing "It only takes a spark." Does that sound like a good idea? The movie WAS spiritually inspirational. Indigo.....violet.....and......we can't remember.

Thanks oh person who suggested this movie. We feel much better now.


Susan said...

If you're going to sing "It only takes a spark," don't do it in church. Do it in the living room in front of a specific 9-yr-old:

It only takes a spark
to get a fire going.
And soon the woods and house
are warmed up with its glowing.
That's what you'll find with sparklers
being lit in a drought.
They'll burn the grass
which will burn the house
and then you'll be homeless.

Favorite Apron said...

My parents used to parade me around as a child vocalist. I sang "It Only Takes A Spark" at a festival, on a stage, with a mic, when I was about 9 yrs old.
The horror!

Karin said...

Did you have a sparkler in your hand?