Yet another reunion
Lots of rain this weekend, and some tornado warnings. I attended another Zoom meeting with my high school classmates. This time we listened to a guest lecture by our English teacher, Mr. Quiring, who talked about biblical allusions in literature, with examples from poems by G.K. Chesterton, Wilfred Owen, Luci Shaw, and (especially) Harry Smart; we focused on a poem of Smart’s called “The Hen and Her Chicks.” I took up the theme of the nurturing male caregiver and said that I had been reading Horton Hatches the Egg to Samuel.
Mr. Quiring called in from Nebraska. The rest of us called in from these places:
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Samuel loves to play with our fancy TV remote, and, occasionally, he subscribes us to this or that streaming channel without our permission. Tonight he subscribed us to BritBox. No problem: we watch lots of British TV. A few months ago, however, he subscribed us to MOTV (My Outdoor TV). I tried to watch one of the shows – it was about the hunting of wild hogs, with bow and arrow – but couldn’t get into it. Samuel liked it, though.
Then, on Father’s Day, we went to a large gathering with Karin’s dad’s family. Karin’s male cousins were standing around in the yard putting their bows together, and Samuel went over and stood with them. It was a little precious.
Mr. Quiring called in from Nebraska. The rest of us called in from these places:
British Columbia (2)
California
The Denver airport (but this person lives in Montana)
Indiana
Papua New Guinea
Queensland
Quito
Texas
Washington State
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Samuel loves to play with our fancy TV remote, and, occasionally, he subscribes us to this or that streaming channel without our permission. Tonight he subscribed us to BritBox. No problem: we watch lots of British TV. A few months ago, however, he subscribed us to MOTV (My Outdoor TV). I tried to watch one of the shows – it was about the hunting of wild hogs, with bow and arrow – but couldn’t get into it. Samuel liked it, though.
Then, on Father’s Day, we went to a large gathering with Karin’s dad’s family. Karin’s male cousins were standing around in the yard putting their bows together, and Samuel went over and stood with them. It was a little precious.