Posted On: Saturday - April 18th 2020 7:45PM MST
In Topics:   Music  Educational Stupidity  Poetic Stupidity
Peak Stupidity has noted at least one silver lining in black cloud of this Kung Flu Infotainment Panic-Fest. That is, with the kids out of school, families have time together, and can try out new, or really, old, ways of teaching and learning. (See School's out For Ever!")
There is another related bright spot. The elementary school that we use and have paid taxes for, for a long time, starts up very early. There's something about needing the buses (that most of the parents don't use) for other schools afterwards, or whatever. It means getting up at 6:30 A. Do you remember as a kid HATE HATE HATING it when you were supposed to go to sleep when it was still light outside? It seemed rather egregious, especially when you could hear other kids out there having a blast.
Well, that's what you gotta do when you wake up at 6:30, not to mention the parents that make breakfast. Lots of sleep is great for anyone, but especially for kids with their still-developing brains. The best we could do before was get the little one to sleep at 8 P to 8:30. 10 hours of sleep sounds good, but still.
Now, with OUR schedule, the boy wakes up at 8A, giving him from 11 to 12 hours of sleep. We could go into statistics-land later one, and maybe work out some numbers on how much smarter the kids are from this Kung Flu break. I sure don't know how you'd pull off a good comparison though, to what, the kids last year? How about I just speculate that this extra sleep for the kids for a few months (at least!) may be very good for them and all of us.
Let's try to forget the how much BS has been pulled on us in the cause of fighting a supposed "crisis". We've got important political web-site owners/hosts who have gone bat-shit crazy over those who seek the truth in this matter. We've got websites (here) to straighten out before too many users come on board and rightfully give up on us.
I'd like to just get out of this for a spell, into a deep sleep, like the young one ... into the land of Wynken, Blynken and Nod.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
sailed off in a wooden shoe,
sailed on a river of crystal light
into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?",
the old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
that live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we", said
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
as they rocked in the wooden shoe
and the wind that sped them all night long
ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
that lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish.
Never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three -
All night long their nets they threw
to the stars in the twinkling foam.
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
bringing the fishermen home:
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed,
as if it could not be;
And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
ad Nod is a little head,
and the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
of wonderful sights that be,
and you shall see the beautiful things
as you rock in the misty sea,
where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three -
This poem was written by Eugene Field (called the "Poet of Childhood") and published 131 years ago. See poets.org for more.