I wanted to post this video a few weeks (or possibly months) ago, but I couldn’t find it on YouTube. I tried searching for it by the name of the song, which was difficult because I didn’t know how to spell it. I’ve known this song for most of my life, but I’d never seen the title or the lyrics written out.
kids and muppets
Sesame Saturday: A Sesame Special and a Searing Scratch
On April 7, 1989, I suffered an abraded cornea.
(“Abraded” is a fancy medical term for “scratched” that I didn’t learn until much later.)
I was 8 years old and in second grade. It was a Friday, and unusually windy even by South Dakota standards. The wind was out of the east and blowing so hard that it was almost horizontal. After school, I had to walk directly into the wind to get to my carpool that would take me to my weekly Girl Scout meeting, and the wind blew some dirt or debris of some kind into my left eye.
All my life, people had told me not to rub my eyes, but no one had ever tried to explain why. And I didn’t know any other way to dislodge foreign objects from my eye, so I just kept rubbing it, and it just kept hurting, and so on in a vicious cycle.
So on the off-chance that there are any little kids reading this, let me pause for this public service announcement: Don’t rub your eyes, kids, because you could accidentally scratch your eyeball, and that really, really hurts.
This is my favorite photograph of Jim Henson
If a picture is worth a thousand words, this photo–taken in 1964 on the set of the Jimmy Dean show–speaks volumes to me about who Jim was and how he regarded other people.
“Awww, do you love your Kermit?”
Here is an adorable encounter between Kermit and a sweet little girl who can’t possibly be older than two. Is there anything more beautiful or precious in this world than authentic, unscripted interaction between Muppets and kids?
I love my Kermit. 🙂
