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.

#ThatsMyBoy


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Flamly Hubsand

Sunday, November 12th 2017

I awake this Sunday morning to find Dear Hubsand GONE.  I was alarmed because I have a gig in a few hours but I know he’ll be back in time to be bitten by our Ankle Biters.  I realize he is returning my mom’s car he borrowed yesterday.  I stumble into the kitchen to start making coffee and lo!  He has already done it:

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Complete with cider donut surprise

What.  A. Good.  Good.  Man.

Here he is yesterday, after having borrowed said car, texting me from an apple orchard he found OPEN in spite of the literal fall frost blanketing New England.  Gavin had asked to go apple picking before fall was over and I was like, um… ok?  Daddy to the rescue!

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Gavin refused a winter jacket so zipped a hoodie over his face under the barbarian viking beard.  CJ is bundled up in Elsa hat and tiger.  Say “Cheese!”


Incidentally;  the term “Flamly” was from how our son first pronounced it, “Hubsand” from our daughter, and my “Honorable Wife” mug from our spirited niece Olivia.

Anyway my point is apparently my Hubsand is the best Flamly Man a Honorable Wife could ask for!

Amen.


 

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Hospital Clowning: Wake Up, Clown!

Friday, November 10th 2017

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Dr. Be Bopper & Dr. Dazzle

No wonder I have yet to know what it’s like to perform on all the floors scheduled in a single full day of Clown Rounds from beginning to end.  Each new partner brings a treasure trove of talents, tendencies and style.  Discovering these in each other is a massive part of this work and I am on a vertiginous learning curve.  Being new and learning new partners takes TIME.

Today’s treasure is Dr. Dazzle, who could not be more positively kind, supportive or delightful.  She LOVES music and singing, LOVES children and LOVES play.  She’s  adorable, kind, silly, fun and is definitely in love with this work.  And boy did we discover some adventures today.  For example:


Our attempts to play in the doorway were met with grumpiness from the adorable four year old girl in bed, while her six year old sister is not pleased either.  Going out on a limb that maybe “Frozen” is in their realm, I offer up my best “Reindeers are Better Than People;” a funny lullaby which -wouldn’t you know- ends up lulling Dr. Dazzle to “sleep.”  There she stands with her head drooped forward, snoring, and I have an idea.  I stage whisper to the girls the little known fact that Dr. Dazzle can be hypnotized.  I suggest some commands, and sure enough this little voice peeps out from the bed, “Wake up, Clown!”  Dr. Dazzle comes to life and I demonstrate instructing her to touch her nose, hop on one foot and… the girls are off to the races, squealing giggles with their new found power.  “Stop touching your nose!  Put your foot back down!  Stop smiling!  Frown!  Smile!  Take off your hat!”  Who knew Dr. Dazzle is so fabulously obedient while hypnotized?  She drops back into a snore, they hit her with “Wake up Clown!” once more, and she mysteriously feels quite refreshed without any awareness of recent happenings, wink wink.  Silly clown.


I don’t remember exactly how we beat our retreat this time -although exits are an  important part of the work- but as far as I can tell, putting two little girls 100% smack-dab in charge of the whole situation for a few transcendent moments was everything to me.

 

 

 

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Hospital Clowning: Little Piggy

Thursday, November 9th 2017

PIgs Fly

After a hospital day yesterday spent struggling to find my inner clown, my way around this work and what music I can play,  I was delighted to have the opportunity jump back in the saddle again so soon today.

Whereas my partner yesterday is an energetic music circus talent personality machine, my partner today is like half human, half clown and half ethereal spirit of some kind.  Whereas I have spent most of my shifts so far paired with partners generous with much needed information by the neophyte that is me, my partner today is possessed of an indescribable devil-may-care, everything-is-fine, copacetic, non-analytic intuition genius.  She has this inexplicable kind of surreal, dead-pan, disarming and pure way of being.  And while I can’t claim to understand it or really know what’s happening all the time, I certainly like her and working with her feels almost breezy.


I don’t know what floor we are on when we enter the otherwise empty room of a baby writhing in his crib fiercely sucking his hands.  I start in on some lullaby music and my partner offers her face up close to his through the bars.  His hands come out of his mouth and his whole body calms as he takes in the sounds and completely dials in to her face.  He locks eyes with her, she keeps up sweet silly faces in her indescribable way, I keep singing.  His eyelids start to flutter but he fights to keep them open.  He is sleepy but does not want to miss out.  She blocks some of the window light with her doctor coat and his breathing falls into a steady rhythm with little raspy grunts.  His eyes are still locked with hers, he becomes completely still and the little grunts become more pronounced.  We realize he has fallen asleep!  He would not close his eyes so he fell asleep with his eyes open.

“OK then, goodnight little piggy,” she says affectionately, and we float on out of there.


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UkeOke: Your Song

(I always thought this song was hokey, but it’s SO pretty…)

Your Song by Elton John – Chords & Lyrics #Ukulele

A# chordA chordC chordBm chordD# chordF chordGbm chord


[1st VERSE]

Gbm  A  D  A     It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
Gbm  A  D  A     I’m not one of those who can easily hide, I
Gbm  A  D  A     Don’t have much money but boy, if I did
Gbm  Bm D  E   I’d buy a big house where we both could live

Gbm  A  D  A     If I was a sculptor but then again, no
Gbm  A  D  A     Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
Gbm  A  D  A     Oh, I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
Gbm  Bm D  E    My gift is my song and this one’s for you

[BRIDGE]

Bm  A  Bm  Gbm
Bm  A  Bm  A
Bm  A  Bm  Gbm
Bm  A  Bm Gbm …E    

[CHORUS]

E  Gbm  Bm  D   And you can tell everybody this is your song
E  Gbm  Bm  D   It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
Gbm               I hope you don’t mind
A                     I hope you don’t mind
=>B  D                 That I put down in words
A   Bm  D  A  How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

[2nd VERSE]

Gbm  A  D  A    I sat on the roof and kicked up the moss
Gbm  A  D  A    Well, a few of the verses, well, they’ve got me quite cross
Gbm  A  D  A    But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
Gbm  Bm D  E    It’s for people like you that keep it turned on

Gbm  A  D  A    So excuse me forgetting but these things, I do
Gbm  A  D  A    You see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Gbm  A  D  A    Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean
Gbm  Bm D  E   Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

[CHORUS]

E  Gbm  Bm  D   And you can tell everybody this is your song
E  Gbm  Bm  D   It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
Gbm               I hope you don’t mind
A                     I hope you don’t mind
=>B  D                 That I put down in words
A   Bm  D  A  How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

Gbm               I hope you don’t mind
A                     I hope you don’t mind
=>B  D                 That I put down in words
A   Bm  D  A  How wonderful life is while you’re in the world


 

My pick for the most beautiful version;  upon my first hearing it made me think of my baby son and I cried with joy and gratitude.  Still feel that way.  This one’s for you Gavin.

Elton John – Your Song (Live in Sydney with Melbourne Symphony Orchestra 1986) HD [4:01]:


 

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Sibling Conflict: Alternative Strategies

Friday, November 3rd 2017

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Helping my kids cultivate a positive relationship with each other is basically my #1 priority in life.  As such I’m always collecting Evidence They Get Along.  I’m also coaching them -intervening & meddling if you will- on a regular basis.  For example, Restorative Justice is muy importante in our house.  And the structure of Apologizing is practiced on a regular basis.

I’ve ALSO come across parenting advice recommending to NOT intervene in their fights; instead to empower them to resolve their own conflicts.  I’ll be danged.  So lately I have been trying that (restraint; rare for me).  I guess they’ve noticed because wouldn’t you know my son has even *complained* about my lack of involvement.

Their recent routine goes like this:  1) Some horseplay.  2) He goads her with some deliberate taunt;  waits.  3)  She clenches fists, scrunching shoulders up around neck, breathing vigorously, summoning her anger-strength just about exactly like HULK.  4) He laughs, thrilled.  5) She runs at him, hair flailing, and fists swinging.  6) IMPACT.   7)  Revenge.  8)  Someone gets hurt.  9) Feelings are hurt.  9) Mom intervenes (or not).

 

After one of their scuffle plays on the way home from the bus today, Boy says, “Hello!?!  Mom!??  Do you even CARE!?!”

So I:   #1) I herd them into the house.  #2) Require Afternoon Routine as always (Bag- Jacket-Shoes-Potty-Hands.)  #3) Sit us down for Snack.  Nothing like breaking proverbial bread to facilitate #4) Peace Talk.  #5) We agree they both enjoy pretty much the whole routine up until the physical insults and emotional injuries.   #6) We strategize Alternative Actions to take in lieu of thrashing on each other.

Here are some Alternative Actions we came up with:

  1. Punching a pillow
  2. Throwing pillow against wall
  3. Kicking pillow
  4. Whapping the Kick Pad leftover from Taekwondo.
  5. Squeezing a pillow or bunch of stuffed animals as hard as possible.
  6. Shouting/growling/screaming into squeezed stuffed animals or pillow.
  7. Creative verbal insults.

What I told them is that the moment you get *physically* violent, it’s GAME OVER.  Everybody LOSES.  That punching etc. is just like swearing; it’s the LEAST intelligent, LEAST creative option you can choose.

I’m not saying any of this is going to work, but they at least tried some of it after the talk today:

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The problem still remains that Gavin admits ClaraJane is *adorable* when she’s mad.  I’m not gonna argue.

Also today I reminded them that their relationship with each other is my life’s work; that after I’m dead all they’ve got is Each Other.  “Yeah,” says my son, “And all that stuff on your blog.”

I’m not gonna argue.


♥♥♥

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At Rise: Best Phone Call Ever

Thursday, November 2nd 2017

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AT RISE:  Driving kids to school, Mom is telling story of how once B.K. (Before Kids),  Mom & Dad were finishing up a wonderful date sailing on the Charles River when they discovered their cell phones had been on an active call with each other the whole time.

Mom:  Best phone call I ever had.

Kids:  [silent]

Mom:  In other words, your Mom and Dad are dumb!

Boy:  Yeah!  My parents are DUMB!

Girl:  And MY parents are dumb too!

SCENE.


 

DISCLAIMERS: 

1)  My kids aren’t dumb too, they’re hilarious.

2)  We’re not aristocrats with sailboats; my clever husband had a $105 annual membership to Community Boating in Boston.

3)  We don’t have too many “B.K.” stories… ahem.

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Hospital Clowning: Un, Deux, Trois

Wednesday, November 1st 2017

♥ ♥ ♥ MY FIRST OFFICIAL DAY ON THE JOB! ♥ ♥ ♥


 

Carefully we enter the room of a four year old girl in the Oncology Department who only speaks French.  She is focused on coloring and not nearly as delighted by our rendition of “Alouette” as her adult family members.  BUBBLES don’t pique much interest either until my amazing partner CATCHES one and it’s suddenly a TINY CRYSTAL BALL.  Her mom produces a bottle of bubbles as well, and my partner shows her how to catch bubbles with her wand.  Now she is up and on her feet, and I speak enough French to heap praises upon her incroyable newfound bubble catching talents.  Perhaps I also enjoyed this room so much because I could conspire with her in FRENCH to repeatedly throw my partner under the CLOWN BUS on account of his ignorance of the language.  “Quel bete.

Regardes…”  I tell her in a STAGE WHISPER, counted to three and squeaked the SQUEAKER that gives my partner a clown doctor STARTLE.  Bingo; a GIGGLE!   Encore!  “Un, deux, trois, SQUEAK!”  A LAUGH!  Plus encore!  “Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq…SQUEAK!”  Plus de rire!

Now for the REAL trick; putting the child in the DRIVER’S SEAT.  Tu peux le faire, madamoiselle.   Vous voulez compter?”  (You can do it my dear.  You want to count?)  Then comes her little voice, “Un deux trois.”  I hit the squeaker, my partner freaks out and voila, BELLY LAUGH.

Encore, encore, et encore.  Total jackpot.

Oui merci.  Merci pour le meillieur travail du monde.

I think I could get used to it here.

♥Dr. Be Bopper  (o:}<8


 

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Hospital Clowning: Routine Crash Course

Wednesday, November 1st 2017

♥ ♥ ♥ MY FIRST OFFICIAL DAY ON THE JOB! ♥ ♥ ♥

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Before rounds, my clown doctor partner generously walks me through a few basic clown routines which are used frequently among the team;

YOUR NAME:  Clown 1 to Clown 2, “OK I will introduce you, and when I say Your Name, you enter!”    Clown 2 proceeds to get it wrong in every possible way.   

We got to try this one several times today.  Sometimes on purpose, sometimes because I accidentally obeyed when my partner told me to “Stay here!

STAY HERE (also known as “Grapefruit”):  Clown 1 tells Clown 2 to “Stay Here” then walks back to center.  How well Clown 2 follows the instructions is anyone’s guess, but it is as fundamental as the 1, 2, 3 “Blow Off” pattern can get.

HAVE YOU SEEN:   Through the frame of a doorway or window for example, Clown 1 asks Audience. “Have you seen my friend with the silly [description]… and exits frame.  Enter Clown 2; “Have you seen my friend with the dumb [description]…”  and so forth escalating to a Blow Off.

and;

BLACK MAGIC:  A make believe telepathic guessing game between two clowns and the Audience.

By the way;

THE BLOW OFF is a visual punchline of a clown gag or joke.

In our office there is also a several page typed up list with dozens more routines for my perusal going forward.   In case I’m interested.

Let the clown.  Re-education.  Begin.


With Love,

Dr. Be Bopper

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