UkeOke: Someone to Lava

A long long time ago there was a volcano
Living all alone in the middle of the sea
He sat high above his bay watching all the couples play
And wishing that he had someone too
And from his lava came this song of hope that he sang
Out loud everyday for years and years

I have a dream I hope will come true
That you’re here with me and I’m here with you
I wish that the earth, sea, the sky up above-a
Will send me someone to lava

Years of singing all alone turned his lava into stone
Until he was on the brink of extinction
But little did he know that living in the sea below
Another volcano was listening to his song
Everyday she heard his tune her lava grew and grew
Because she believed his song was meant for her
Now she was so ready to meet him above the sea
As he sang his song of hope for the last time3

I have a dream I hope will come true
That you’re here with me and I’m here with you
I wish that the earth, sea, the sky up above-a
Will send me someone to lava

Rising from the sea below stood a lovely volcano
Looking all around but she could not see him
He tried to sing to let her know that she was not there alone
But with no lava his song was all gone
He filled the sea with his tears and watched his dreams disappear
As she remembered what his song meant to her

I have a dream I hope will come true
That you’re here with me and I’m here with you
I wish that the earth, sea, the sky up above-a
Will send me someone to lava

Oh they were so happy to finally meet above the sea
All together now their lava grew and grew
No longer are they all alone with aloha as their new home
And when you visit them this is what they sing

I have a dream I hope will come true
That you’ll grow old with me and I’ll grow old with you
We thank the earth, sea, the sky we thank too
I lava you
I lava you
I lava you



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At Rise: Dental Rules

Friday, November 17th 2017

At Rise: Mom is driving kids -Girl 6, Boy 9-to dentist.

Mom: OK remember you guys, no eating for a half hour after your appointment.

[Pause.  Boy bolts up from Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express.]

Boy: Wait, no READING!?!?!

Mom: NO, no “eating.” Remember?

Boy:  Ohhh. PHEW!!!



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Hospital Clowning: Pillow Talk

Thursday, November 16th 2017


Sometimes our reconnaissance about a potential patient gets overridden by the parent.

We get notes from the Child Life Specialist on every floor with a run-down of the patients that day; name, age, gender, anything significant going on with them medically, language and what their personal likes & dislikes may be.  Then on each door is information about what level of precautions are called for with regard to infection control etc.   We also do our best to ascertain what’s going on at the moment; whether patient or family are *asleep* for example, totally at peace or in the middle of a consultation or procedure, etc.   All this information we have before even knocking on a door.  Some patients will be having a so called “bad day” for various reasons and we are asked to “please skip.”

While in the process of skipping one of those rooms with my partner yesterday, the Mom opened the door and asked us to come in.  Her 17 year old son was in bed pretty profoundly knocked out from treatment.  We truly would not have chosen to impose ourselves upon his circumstance but the mother insisted he has a very keen sense of humour.  We agreed it would be a brief visit, and my partner apparently knew what to do.

Mom told her son, “Honey, someone’s here to visit you.  I’m going to open this eye for you so you can see!”  My partner went around to that side of the bed and leaned over him to say hi when the eye opened and told him a succinct, apt joke.

“Awesome!” said the patient, closing his eye again.  We all giggled and the mother spent a few more minutes sharing just exactly what a brazen sense of humour her son has, sharing a couple of his favorite jokes and pointing out how essential it is to be able to laugh.

It is not always the patient who benefits most from our unique brand of “Health Care.”


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At Rise: Favorites

Wednesday, November 15th 2017

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[Mom is climbing under boy’s blanket with him for bedtime snuggles.]

Boy:  I love you so much!

Mom:  I love you so much too!  And furthermore… *pfffft.*  That’s how you know you’re my favorite; because I save my farts for your bed.

Boy:  Ah… yes!  And that’s how you know *you’re* my Favorite Mom!

Mom:   Why, because I’ve eliminated all the competition and I’m all that’s left?

Boy:  Yes, AND!  Because I save all my farts for your FACE.


Please note:

  1.  I’m not proud of these events per se, I’ve just recorded them as they actually occurred.
  2. OK I’m a little proud, of him for having such a great sense of love, of humour AND… for using the magic number one phrase for collaboration in a creative and peaceful world; “Yes, AND…” 

That’s my Boy.



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Hospital Clowning: No Eyed Deer

Wednesday, November 15th 2017

Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes?

A:  Dr. Be Bopper learning to clown!

Today was my fifth day clowning at Boston Children’s Hospital in a week.  And since it’s still only my 3rd week at this job, almost every day has been with a new partner.  Each partner is a whole lamborghini box of chocolates jalopy clown car unto theirself.  Learning the style of my partners, their repertoires, their decision making styles, their humor and performing inclinations is a dizzying undertaking, much less discovering MY clown; how I can be in these situations, what’s needed, what we’re doing, what I can do, what might be funny and what the freaking heck song I can play next.

So I muddle through, scouring the scenes for ways I can connect, cheer or make a difference, slowly learning to feel more comfortable in my own clown skin. So far I find it most gratifying when we come upon a situation and inspire a *change* in energy for the better.  What I have found recently though is just incredibly awesome kids and their amazing parents.  Plenty of good, fun, silly, sweet or poignant times… but when I leave their rooms it is ME who has benefited from THEM.

There is a girl -I’ll call her Michaela- whose 7th birthday is today.  I’ve had the privilege of seeing her three times in the past week, including today.  She has so much going on medically I have never seen her out of her bed and it takes extra effort for her to speak, yet I have never seen her without the most sparkly smile on her face, radiating an aura of sweetness and joy.  She is pure angel incarnate, yet with a spunky personality and adorable sense of humor.  I just feel grateful that my partner & I were able to squeeze in a visit to her today (even though her floor was not on our schedule) and to give her plenty of shout outs from the in-house TV studio where we hosted “CLOWN BINGO.”  The patients come play live in studio or by TV from their rooms.   When they win they call down to the studio to claim their prizes and woo-hoo we announce them on the air.

Maybe I don’t have anything too profound to say about today except that I’m just happy to have been a part of Michaela’s birthday.  She knows me now and I sing songs to her.  Her family is amazing and I’ve never seen a more joyous explosion of balloons and celebration in a hospital room.  AND she won at Clown Bingo.  TWICE.

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New iPhone Sample Movie

Monday, November 13th 2017

Yesterday my phone took a swan dive to its final demise. I seem particularly talented at dropping and breaking cell phones. Especially for a juggler.

Determined to get proper protection this time, I hauled off to the phone store for what I hope is the last time in a long time. Thankfully my son came with me, to help compensate for my lack of interest or enthusiasm for having to learn some new technology. That being said, I now own an iPhone, and look at some of the tricks it can do!

1) “Live” photos, which are really mini video clips of you ask me.

2) iMovie, like, I just edited my first movie on a PHONE.

3) In fact, I don’t even know (care) what else this thing can do. Just, here’s the movie (made and posted from said iPhone):

2017-11-13 CircusKitchen New iPhone Sample Movie [41 seconds]:

Phew!  There it is.


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Hospital Clowning: Shhh!

Sunday, November 12th 2017

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A couple days after my Clown Rounds on Friday, I am reflecting upon a random moment and sharing it with my husband (cue harp playing four seconds of flashback transition music):

My partner and I are waiting for the elevator when a hospital worker guy pushing a cart asks me for a song.  After my usual sputtering for a moment, I hook into a song and he is loving it.  My partner says, “ELEVATOR!” and YOINKS me into the car before the doors shut.  In the comedy of the moment I start improvising song lyrics and she says, “SHH!!!”  I switch to playing real quiet-like. 


It just so happens that I personally LOVE and find it is hilarious for clowns to go “SHH!!” in the elevator, so I may have “SHH!!”d her back, I just don’t remember.  Little did I realize however that when I relayed the incident my son Gavin was soaking up every word.   The next morning he presents me with this:

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Frame 1:  Dr. Be Bopper is playing for the guy with the cart.


Frame 2:  My partner yoinks me into elevator.



Frame 3:  Cart guy is standing there. By. Himself.  


Frame 4:  My partner says “Shhh!” while Dr. Be Bopper is shrugs like, “What!”


Somehow my son even intuited that the cart guy was in fact standing in the entrance of a hallway.  How he had the presence of mind to embellish my narrative with frame #3, I do not know.


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