The morning started with a bang. While I was in the shower, our cat Harry caught a baby bird in mid-air, brought it back to the windowsill and ate it. Raphaela watched the whole thing with a combination of horror and enthusiasm, and was most impressed that he did not "waste his food"; though I heard her chastising Harry afterwards, saying to him, "Now don't eat any more birds, OK?" Harry has been staking out that birds nest since February, waiting for his chance; I give him credit for his patience and his alacrity, not bad for a 13 year old feline.
Once I dropped Raphaela off at school, for time since before the extra-long Pessach vacation, I did a real run in Gan Sacher, with real sweating and fat burning aerobic activity. With no specific motivation for staying in shape IE no family event or marathon, I must remember the feeling of elation and commit again to continuing the workouts.
Meanwhile, in Gan, Raphaela had a show-and-tell gig. Until now, children in her class had brought in their sea shell collection, or a favorite doll, or a soccer ball. Raphaela decided she wanted to talk about her ballet class. Which led into (naturally) including selections of paintings of Degas's ballet dancers, her favorite artist. Which meant that she also felt the need to create her own pastel drawing and add that into the presentation. Sounds more like a small art history thesis to me, I am proud of Raphaela for making these connections and creating an ambitious presentation.
Raphaela's Nature class finished off the day. I cannot remember my childhood feeling this busy.
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