Attack of the jitters

When I was in pre-school, I was extremely upset not to get the part of Mary in the end-of-year Christmas play. I understood that that was the plum job, but it went to some other, more photogenic little girl. 

One other girl and I were cast as angels, instead. We wore wings and white sheets as costumes, and our role was to sweep up the shreds of hay that had escaped from Baby Jesus’ manger. Just as we were meant to go out on stage, the other little angel threw up on to the kindergarten floor. I had to go out alone and perform the sweeping duties.

The past six weeks have been a little like that other kid’s sudden attack of nerves. At first, I wasn’t blogging because time simply got away from me, but soon the very fact that I hadn’t blogged was causing me to feel acutely self-conscious about the whole enterprise.

The week before Christmas 2005 seems as good a time as any to put the nerves aside and get back to sweeping onstage, metaphorically speaking.

 

Comments

[Kahli]

Welcome back! We certainly missed you.
Happy Christmas and New Year, I am longing for your hometown beaches right now.

Cheers,
Kahli