My daughters were both at home last night (a rarity), and it was the only night we had to decorate the tree. So we put on our favourite Christmas music , I poured the drinks (rye and Diet Pepsi for me, Oban for my wife, and orange juice/Sprite spritzers for the girls, even though both are legally permitted to drink; they just choose not to, at least in front of their mom and dad), and we began.
I string the lights; it's a Dad job. I don't know why - it just is. I'm terrible at it, hate the job with a passion, have no particular talent for arriving at the most pleasing arrangement of colours and can't judge how I am doing with number of lights left versus number of branches left to be strung. But still, I string the lights.
I shouldn't complain. Because once the lights are strung, my part is effectively done, other than change the music from time to time and make sure everybody is well watered. Well, that and heckle the decorators, for which I have developed a singular skill.
As the girls were decorating the tree, they chatted about what was going on in their lives. Both teach music - the older daughter teaches piano, the younger violin/fiddle. Both have a number of students including, predictably, some exasperating kids who just won't practice.
"Honest to God, this mom says to me "Well, my daughter's been too busy to practice." I mean, come on ... she's in Grade Two! How busy can you be in Grade Two?" said one daughter.
"I know," said her sister. "And one of the kids I have was sick last week, so he's had two weeks .. and do you think he did a lick of practicing? Noooo."
At this point, both my wife and I were hooting with laughter. The girls stopped and said, "What ...?"
"Well," I said, "You know that song by Alanis Morrisette, where she gives a whole bunch of examples of things that she describes as "ironic", and none of them are...?"
"The two of you being music teachers and whining about how hard it is to get your damn students to practice ...? That, my dears, is ironic."
Don't you think? A little too ironic. Yeah, I really do think.
Now that is too funny! Or should I say, ironic?
Posted by: Sheila | December 16, 2004 at 08:16 PM
too funny, Nils. Reminds me of the day I picked up my daugher from her first babysitting job, and when I asked her how her day went, she said: "Mom, you have no idea how hard it is...."
I had a hard time keeping a sympathetic face! :)
Posted by: Laura | December 17, 2004 at 10:33 PM
Ah yes Oban, my favourite single malt...I enjoy mine in a nice heavy glass......as is....
Happy Holidays.......
Jim Fogg
Posted by: Jim Fogg | December 19, 2004 at 06:01 PM
Kids are always like that, isn't it?
Merry X'mas Nils - to you and your family.
~ Sandeep.
Posted by: Sandeep | December 24, 2004 at 04:02 AM