Beeswax fruit anyone?

I know it may seem weird after all the regular ranting and raving that happens here in this blog but let me just say,
I LOVE MY MACBOOK PRO.
I mean, (to steal from Woody Allen) I don't just love it, I lowwwb it, I Laaaaave it!
There are all these ways of organizing things. And tweeking. And making things easy! This I need. Especially now.

Open House at the school was very busy. I ended up staying in the bread baking room to help out and never got the chance to mingle downstairs or purchase Waldorfy items. It was nice to chat with some new families who are considering Waldorf.

Of course the visiting dads were all, "Will my child know the quadradic equation by the time they graduate Kindergarten?" and we, the crazy Anthropops were all, "Oh No!!! All we ever do is sheer sheep and spin wool and don't you know books are the devil's work!?" but luckily some Waldorf graduates were present and they sort of calmed everyone down by saying stuff like, "Really! You people act like you never met before. Please let me introduce you, again..." so esoteric. (Please forgive me for joking like this. It must be done.)

But I AM a hopeless salesperson. My attitude has got to change. I really do understand that Waldorf education isn't for everyone. I just don't understand why.

I was recently accused (or so it felt) of being high and mighty, that is, someone told me, "Do you think your family or the world owe you something?" And my response is, yes. They owe me the privilege of belonging. When I am in pain I don't want to be told to "suck it up", do you? I want to be held. If not literally, figuratively. But the liability of growing up in New England (a place I will always love) is a sort of rugged individualism. Get on with it! So here I am. And here I go. Getting on with it.