LOCAL VIEW –Sunny Gales–

The map shows the storm blowing up just after it passed us, to the right edge of the map.

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We got a drenching as the storm passed over New England in a weaker state, but today was dryer, and the wind hurried the drying, and the sky was soon filled with hurrying clouds. In fact there was something hurried in the air, though it wasn’t exactly hectic. At first the buffeting wind made you flinch, due to the winter-like cold, but the sun was soon high and the cold relented.

The children at the Farm-childcare are basically nuts. They have spring in their veins. As a so-called “Child Care Professional” (IE Babysitter) I attend state-ordained classes and learn a fair amount about how X, Y and Z make children hyper, but few remember the effect of spring. It is definitely a power all its own, and felt by the elders as well.

A few days ago a small boy happened to have an odometer attached to his belt as he got off the school-bus. Or, to be more scientific and precise, it is wrong to state he “got” off the bus. It is more accurate to say he “exploded” off the bus. I wouldn’t even let him indoors, except to use the bathroom, (and even that involved a brief time of pillaging and havoc amidst the smaller children). He is just the sort of a boy who should not be asked to sit at a desk for more than a half hour, and after six hours of first grade he needed to explode. He went racing about the playground, and the odometer measured his racing.  As a scientist I am sure I have whetted your interest. The boy covered 3.1 miles, in a fenced area about a third the size of a football field, in the 90 minutes he was with us before his parents arrived. (The widget on my cellphone (attached to my belt) tells me that today I walked 4,888 steps, or 2.38 miles.  And I’m expected to keep up with that boy!?)

He wasn’t the only one. He was one of eight who got off that bus, and all were equally berserk. I don’t pretend I have the ability to control that energy. Instead I dart about breaking up potential fights, a bit like a flea amidst a stampede of elephants. I happen to  be a very adept flea, but for the most part I set the children free, cursing beneath my breath about the school system that constrains them all day. I am of the opinion that six-year-old first-graders learn more running free than they do sitting constrained.

In a day at school a kid likely learns some six or seven one-word answers to questions. That doesn’t add up to a single conversation.

When they are all running about berserk I have to monitor their wild conversations. I don’t think there is any odometer that measures the mileage their conversations cross, but it is huge. Stick an elder in that mix, and maybe they can learn a bit more than that Concord is the capital of New Hampshire.  One rowdy boy, who was incapable of learning even that tedious fact in school, learned Concord is the capital of New Hampshire from me, for it somehow came up in the zany conversations.

Another boy, who back in politically incorrect times we would have called a “cry-baby”, surprised me by  laughing for an hour straight. He ran about with the others laughing in a way he couldn’t control, which was nearly sobbing at times, but never involved tears. I thought to myself that I could not think of a better example of spring in a child’s veins. (I will admit that laughing so much utterly exhausted him, and he eventually began sniveling, but even then laughter kept intruding. He just seemed tired.)

And that is on a dull day. On a day like today, when the wind is roaring and the sun is flashing in and out of purple clouds,  and the entire trunks of the pines are swaying, the berserk become berserker.  Nothing is stable, when the spots of sun slide over the earth with cloud-shadows at their heels, until you feel you are standing atop the energy of a Star Trek “transporter beam.”

Today’s spring gales mixed sunshine with purple
And entire trees swayed. Winter was mixed
With Spring, and yet dancing Spring had her full
Battle dress on. Her roving eyes were fixed
On you only a moment, yet white heat
Blushed like a boy. Then cloud-shadows hurtled
The sliding distance and purple gloaming beat
Against dented eyes. Exposed, then turtled
With armor of wool, and then again lured
Out, the roaring sunshine’s buffeting
Confused the staid, and yet completely cured
The dullard; and the mute learned how to sing,
And the sane saw it’s not bad being mad,
And grouches bit lips, to avoid looking glad.

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4 thoughts on “LOCAL VIEW –Sunny Gales–

  1. We got our gale from same system yesterday, over 50 mph in places.

    It is unfathomable how much energy these kids have. It must take even more energy on your part to control the situation as best you can. At least the kids have not yet apparently been medicated into being zombies, but I imagine that will probably come sooner or later. What used to be an active child who squirmed in his seat on a spring day is now diagnosed with ADHD.

    • The boy who covered 3.1 miles is in fact already medicated. There is no way a teacher can be expected to have such a power-packed bundle of energy in their classroom, and still teach the dreary list of dull stuff the government calls important. They simply have to drug healthy and vibrant males. Sad but true.

      I sometimes wonder if the reason he explodes off the bus is because the medication is wearing off. Perhaps if he wasn’t drugged he’d cover only 2.5 miles. But maybe, if he wasn’t drugged, he’d cover 5.0.

      It is a crazy job, but much more fun than some others I’ve had.

      This coming weekend, and the start of next week, might be very interesting on the east coast. Some models are showing 2 snowstorms for us poor fellows up here in the north.

      I’m not sure whether it will reach down as far as you, and whether you’ll see snow flakes with the cherry blossoms. If it happens, I’ll expect some haiku from you.

  2. There’s never a fear
    Of me ever being a poet.
    But the challenge is near
    And, wouldn’t you just know’t,
    I was inspired by the rascally runner.
    As you so aptly described,
    Probably juiced up by too much sugar,
    So obviously unable to hide.
    Now I’ve started this attempted sonnet
    And somehow I must finish without fail.
    If ever there was something to regret
    It’s trying to catch the wind, without a sail.
    To attempt this pathetic poem, bummer.
    But at least I know AGW is dumber.

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