Tuesday, May 31, 2011
We just got back from a great weekend in NYC where we saw Ellis Island, went to the Central Park Zoo, and walked for miles.
Visits to the city always remind me, though, that I've raised a couple of softie Suburban kids who blanche at the idea of not driving everywhere. Plus, after a great chat with my high-school friend Linda who totally agrees with me, I've decided that we are raising a generation of over-hydrated children. Never once did my mother pull a drink out of her purse in all the years of walking and school pick-ups that we had together. You walked, you got thirsty, you maybe got a squirt of nasty fountain water in the park, and then you kept walking.
So my question, Shake-Ball, is.... should I write a book based on my theory —Over-Hydration Nation, maybe? Will this be the idea that makes me famous? (No offense, but a Shakespeare book ain't gonna get me on the Today show or into the NYTimes. Unless I was Stephen Greenblatt, which, last time I checked, I wasn't.)
She is alive; behold
Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost, begin to part
Their fringes of bright gold. The diamonds
Of a most praised water doth appear,
To make the world twice rich.
Okay, well the only "praised water" here is Thaisa's tears, and she's being revived after being buried at sea, which is definitely a case of too much hydration. So I think you're telling me I'm on to something here. And that jewels and diamonds are in my "twice rich" future. Nice. Very nice.