Even in Australia: Bad Day Photo Essay

It’s true. I had a bad day. A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

This is where it all started. I’ve been here, at my red desk, for days. No, wait, decades… All of the bad things happened here or near here or were related to here. That’s all I’m going to say about that in my blog.

The sky (above my palm tree) turned dark. It was a metaphor. Fortunately, I had the foresight to bring an umbrella with me!

Later in the afternoon, I went over to the Music Room to watch DPs middle school students screen the documentaries they have been making for the last month. How cool is that?

At six o’clock I said, “That’s enough. That’s enough of that.” I left the red desk room and caught the bus. The sun had made a spectacular comeback. On the train, I saw a girl wearing a t-shirt with a monster eating a smaller monster who was eating a smaller moster. The t-shirt said, “Moster Treats”. The girl was reading a book about Charlie Chaplin in Spanish.

When I got off the train, there was almost no one in line at Paul’s Bakery so I dashed in and bought two chocolate mararons. One is for DP… he’ll be so happy with me when he gets home. Then, I stopped in front of the antique store near us. These jazz dudes are too much! (Who is going to buy these?)

By the time I got home to our quiet little piso, I felt pretty good. I reminded myself that some days are like that, even in Australia.

If you want to know the whole story behind Judith Viorst’s Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, you can buy your own copy here.


  1. Heehee! I LOVED Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day! It was right up there with Rikki Tikki Tembo No Surembo Cherry Bari Ruchee Pip Perry Pembo… and Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Three of my all-time favorites. 🙂 Sarah

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