Friday, October 14, 2005

Being Arbitrary

"On the way from Chicago to Edmonton, I boarded the plane with my slightly oversized roller-board suitcase, and asked the man at the ramp whether I should gate-check it, or if it would fit in the overhead compartment. He told me to give it a try in the overhead bin, and if it didn’t fit then I could bring it back to him.

So, I wheeled it inside, and began to lift it above my head, when the passenger behind me barked “Nope”. I looked at him and said “I’m
sorry?” and he said, “It won’t fit.” I said, “Oh, I think it might.” “No, it won’t.” “Well, just let me try at least” and he said, “I’ve never seen a bag like that fit up there.” “You mean like that one?” I said, pointing at a similar bag already in the compartment just behind him. As he looked back to see what I was talking about, I easily slid my suitcase into the overhead bin above my seat, and as it clicked shut, I said, “yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Exasperated, he sputtered, “I was just trying to help!” And I said, “No you weren’t! How is saying “no” trying to help? I asked you to let me try and you said “No!”” He told me that I shouldn’t be so snotty and sat down."

Steve, from the
Barenaked Ladies blog
One of the things that we constantly attempt to remind ourselves in this home is the importance of thinking a thing through before speaking it. As a parent, it's sometimes--okay, it's often-- tempting to pull a Nancy and just say "no." The thing is, no isn't always the easiest answer. And it's definitely not always the right answer.

How many times have I said no just because I'm tired, grumpy, or, I'll admit, too lazy to say yes? Saying yes might take commitment on my part. It might actually mean that I have to get up off my butt and do something. Or it might mean I have to think a bit.

Saying "no" might end up being more work. Kids know when you're being arbitrary, there's no doubt about it, and they do their best to poke holes in your reasoning. Thinking it through first is a definite plus. As a parent, you're much less likely to waffle on your original decision if you know why you're answering the way you are.

I'm not saying that "yes" is always the right answer, either. There are times when we must recognize that we're too overwhelmed to add even one more thing to our plates, that our schedules are about to explode and that the calendar looks like a page from Leonardo Da Vinci's journal, frantically written, filled to the margins and practically impossible to read. We say, "yes, you can go to your friend's house," before we think about the cost or the inconvenience of the obligation because we feel guilty for not reading a bedtime story last night, or because we just heard a glowing review of Johnny's mother and we feel we're slipping on the parent poll. We say "yes" to the homeschool organization president because...well, because she intimidates the heck out of us and we're afraid we'll be blacklisted from future field trips, even though saying "yes" puts a very big burden on us--and on our families.

So the word in our house is, "Don't be arbitrary."

Arbitrary. Resulting from whim or caprice instead of from a rule or reason. Random , haphazard , absolute , overbearing.

How many things do we miss because we're being arbitrary? How many things do we do that don't involve our hearts? We arbitrarily say, "no" when the kids ask if they can make cookies for tea. We arbitrarily say, "yes," when the pastor's wife calls and asks us to provide the cookies for Wednesday night's ladies' fellowship. We arbitrarily say "no" when our kids ask if they can roll out the cookie dough or use the cookie cutters or have a piece of dough of their own. Our answers come randomly, haphazardly, absolutely, completely capricious and totally on a whim.

Today, I hope to live with purpose, not to be arbitrary.

Read an extra chapter.

Tell the president of the blah-blah group no.

Turn off the computer.

Make a homemade pizza.

Order the rubber chicken.

Let the dust settle.

Be open to possibilities.

Say yes when I mean yes.

Say no when I mean no.

Now, if you'll excuse me, my son has a rube goldberg invention he wants to make involving paper towel tubes, a Van DeGraff generator and a radio.

I have to think about this one.

"And don't say anything you don't mean. This counsel is embedded deep in our traditions. You only make things worse when you lay down a smoke screen of pious talk, saying, "I'll pray for you,' and never doing it, or saying, "God be with you,' and not meaning it. You don't make your words true by embellishing them with religious lace. In making your speech sound more religious, it becomes less true. Just say "yes' and "no.' When you manipulate words to get your own way, you go wrong."

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Seven Things

You were wrong, Michael. I do read you. ;-)

7 Songs I am digging at the moment:

- Sara Smile by Hall & Oates
- Skinnamarinky-dinky-dink.
- Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
- Jingle Bells
- Frosty the Snowman.
- Santa Claus is coming to Town
- Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
*These are all songs that are being sung in our house almost daily. The Christmas songs are thanks to The Baby.


7 things I plan to do before I die:

- Have grandchildren
- Travel to Europe
- Graduate all of my children and see them doing what they love.
- Spend some time being a "real" writer.
- Go downhill skiing again without being afraid.
- Build a log cabin.
- Convince my husband of his true worth.


7 things I can do:

- Knit
- Bake decent bread
- Touch my nose with my tongue
- Recite all of the states in alphabetical order
- Multitask
- Have real conversations with my kids
- Run a household

7 things I cannot do:

- Play guitar
- Lift heavy objects (thank God for strong husbands and sons)
- Please everyone
- Sing like Celine
- Sleep (right now, anyway)
- Pay all my bills
- Hug my parents

7 things that attract me to another person:

- A sense of humor
- Honesty
- Compassion
- A very nice smile
- An honest, sincere love of God
- Wisdom
- Understanding

7 things I say most often:

- "If you want a calm, peaceful mother, you need to be a calm, peaceful child."
- "Your face!"
- "What on earth...?"
- "Are your lessons done?"
- "No," or "Not right now."
- "It'll be ready when it's ready."
- "I love you."


7 Celebrity crushes:

I don't really have any celebrity crushes and can't name more than ten celebrities without serious thought.


I'm not going to tag anyone. I just had to prove Michael wrong. ;-)

Gimmee, gimmee, gimmee

I have needs, too, y'know.

Michael over at Blogin' Idiot did this fun little thing, so I thought I'd do it, too. Since we're rather sick at our house, my actual thinking is down to a minimum, so all I can do is mourn the "real" posts I should be writing. Alas.

Still, this one was funny, and amazingly accurate.

What you do is, start a new Google search and enter "(your name) needs" minus the parentheses, but WITH the quotation marks. Then write down either the first five results or the five funniest, whatever you want. I searched with my real name, but I'm using my pen name in this entry.

1. T.D. needs a big fat raise.
2. T.D. needs to define herself.
3. T.D. needs to stop lying to herself about her feelings and make up her mind.
4. T.D. needs to give us the recipe for that cake.
5. T.D. needs to go home.
6. T.D. needs prayers.
7. T.D. needs to be changed.
8. T.D. needs support, too!
9. T.D. needs to stop thinking she's the one with the problem.
10. T.D. needs to work on saying she's sorry.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Character
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Fives (and then some)

I'm finally getting around to answering this tag. Sorry it took me so long, Billi-Jean!

First the rules:

Remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place; add your blog's name in the #5 spot; link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross pollination effect.

1. Writing from the hip: http://writingfromthehip.blogspot.com
2. Blue Stocking: http://bluestocking.typepad.com
3. Simply Coll: http://colleenscorner.com/blog
4. My Boutiful Life: http://billi-jean.com/thebounty.html
5. Today's Lessons: http:todayslessons.blogspot.com

Next: select four new friends to add to the pollen count. (No one is obligated to participate and anyone can play if they want to).

1. Hindsfeet: http://hindsfeet.blogspot.com
2. Impromptu Mom: http://happyhousewife.blogspot.com
3. Pensive Wanderer: http://stationsoflife.blogspot.com
4. Peaceful Lady: http://www.xanga.com/PeacefulLady
(and I'm adding a fifth and sixth, just for fun)
5. Prism: http://thethoughttrain.blogspot.com
6: Bard: http://barmyblogger.blogspot.com

What were you doing 10 years ago?
1995
I was 26.
I had three children: four-year-old Houdin and five-year-old Bard, plus four-month-old Monet. We had one dog, Indiana, and we were living in a very small house wishing for a big house in the country. I had just had my first homebirth with Monet and was thinking about attending births, which I began doing around that time, or maybe shortly after. I think I was working with a homebirth task force, too.

What were you doing 5 years ago?
2000
I was 31. We'd added Sweetheart to the family, my second homebirth, and she was about eighteen months old.
We were doing a lot of biking, hiking, camping and traveling.
I was thankful that Y2K didn't bring an antrax attack and that we were still all alive and all together. After spending some time at a friend's cabin in January and February, I had been dreaming and planning for my own cabin and my own home.
By May of that year, we had found a piece of property that we loved and made an offer on it.
By August of that year, we had purchased the property that we now live on and were living part-time in a small cabin, loving the simple life that it provided.

What were you doing one year ago?
2004
One year ago, we were making some finishing touches on the house we'd begun building and had finished, mostly, in July. I was also trying to get our homeschool lives organized, evaluating my kids, dreaming about a yard and gardens, planning and executing a family gathering, Freecycling, thinking about the upcoming elections, meeting Jane Goodall, attending the chili cook on Chili Hill, having a big disagreement with a good friend, attending an art class organized by Pensive Wanderer, watching a lunar eclipse, and blogging as often as I could.

What were you doing yesterday?
Being sick, running the kids around to Speech and Debate, Biology and Philosophy classes. I shopped a bit at the bulk food store--bought semolina flour for pizza crusts, made bread, cleaned the kitchen (including scrubbing the stove, which really needed done). I also cleaned a lot in anticipation of my brother-in-law and sister-in-law's visit, which was thwarted because of our coughs. So we ordered pizza and watched Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

5 snacks you enjoy
- popcorn
- breyers vanilla ice cream with hershey's syrup and roasted almonds
- roasted, unsalted almonds with coke or dr. pepper
- homemade french fries
- Grandma Shearer's Select potato chips or Gold'n Krisp chips with Yoder's Sour Cream French Onion Dip
- (one more) White Trash.

5 songs you know all the words to
- One Tin Soldier - I know this one, too, Billi-Jean!!
- You Are My Sunshine
- Boy Like Me, Man Like You, but Rich Mullins
- Star Spangled Banner
- WAYYYY too many pop songs, but not as many as I thought I knew, which I realized while doing karaoke.

5 things you would do if you had a million dollars
- pay off debt
- buy more land
- lots to charity/friends
- bunch in savings
- travel

5 things you like doing
- cooking
- reading
- visiting
- gardening
- blogging
- learning
- researching

5 bad habits
- Being nitpicky/over-critical.
- Not exercising
- Being impatient
- Biting nails
- Losing my temper over little things

5 things you would never wear again
- bikini. Wore one once, and it scared me to death. Now I would never wear one, but for completely different reasons.
- stirrup pants.
- legwarmers
- blue eyeshadow (never did, never will)
- "Jams." Remember those?

5 favorite toys
- computer/blogger/google
- breadmaker, kitchen aid mixer, cuisinart food processor
- camera/picasa
- printer/copier
- husband

Firsts and Lasts

Firsts Meme, idea courtesy of TulipGirl.

First Memory
I remember standing at a screen door crying for someone who was driving away in a car. I also remember seeing the circus peanuts up in a high cupboard, and then climbing up to get them. I don't remember the burns I sustained from the stove that was on beneath the cupboard with the circus peanuts, but I do remember the children's hospital walls, which were painted, ironically, with the Peanuts Gang characters. I also remember my dad holding me on the counter after he accidentally got my ankle caught in the spoke of his bicycle while riding me on the handlebars.

First Kiss
February 1982, my would-be hubby.

First Concert
Journey, with Bryan Adams and Sammy Hagar when I was in eighth grade. My parents took my friend and I, and they waited outside the arena until the show was over.

First Love
My parents.

First thing you think in the morning
"What time is it? And is anyone hurt?" Don't know where this comes from, but I always have a feeling of dread when I awake, like something tragic happened while I was asleep. ::shrug::

First book you remember loving
The Black Stallion and the sequels.

First pet
Can't recall for sure. We had two dogs when I was a child, but they weren't really my pets and they weren't really family dogs. I had a hamster, a hermit crab and a cat, and then later a dog.

First place you think of when you hear the word vacation
Macinac Island, Michigan, where I met Christopher Reeve.

First best friend
Dawn Sanderson, followed closely by Ronda King.

Last time you dressed up
It's been a while. Can't even remember.

Last thing you ate
A brownie with Breyers vanilla ice cream, Hershey syrup and roasted almonds.

Last CD bought
No idea. We subscribe to Rhapsody, so I rarely buy CDs.

Last time you cried
I don't remember.

Last time you told someone you loved them
Lots of times today. Kids, husband.

Last really fun thing you did
Canoeing a couple of weeks ago. Contra-dancing with hubby and kids. Karaoke with Houdin's friend-who-is-a-girl and her family last weekend.

Last thing you watched on TV
The Cosby Show on DVD tonight.

Last Halloween Costume
I was an Indian. Hubby was a pirate. Last year.

Last concert attended
Kids' choir concert, most likely. Before that, probably David Wilcox. Can't recall for sure.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Memories of Post-Nasal Drip


I remember sixth grade. Lord almighty, that was a horrible year. It was that awkward transition between girlhood and womanhood, when girls become catty and boys are just starting to notice which girls are worth looking at.

But the worst part, I think, was that my mom was the playground aid, and she was in pretty tight with my sixth grade teacher who ignorantly believed that my mother was a saint, which also meant that she believed all of the horrible stories my mother told her about me. Even though half of them were probably true, it didn't make it any easier being her student. She was the teacher who constantly told me how lucky I was to have a mom like mine (though she wasn't there when my mom threatened suicide or when she beat me senseless), that my mom was an amazing woman (though she wasn't there when my mother overdosed and I had to spend the night in the emergency room scared to death that she would die and that it was my fault), and that, if I knew what was good for me, I'd thank God for my mom (because I'm sure she was there when my mom told everyone in the smoky teacher's lounge what a horrible spoiled brat I was, when what she really meant was that she hated my dad and felt stuck in a no-win situation. I was the scapegoat).

Mrs. Dietz was the teacher who yanked me into the hallway after Mark Williams broke my scissors. She told me that I needed to step back and look at my life, that my problems were my fault and that the more quickly I realized that, the more quickly things would become easier for me. And then she issued me the only swat I ever got in school, but not until she summoned Miss Jones, the sterotypically masculine gym teacher, to do the dirty work, and then she went down the hall and closed each of the other classroom doors.

SA-WACK!

It was absolutely humiliating.

I'm thinking about that swat and about Mrs. Dietz today because of this terrible cough I'm battling.

For some inexplicable reason (coulda been my mother's chain-smoking, but who knows?), I used to get a hacking cough every school year--the kind of cough caused by sinus drainage, the kind that always became far worse at night. This, I remember, was one time when my mother was very mothering; she would mix a batch of lemon juice and honey and have me drink it down. It always worked, and I believe in it to this day. That's one of the strange things about having a mom who was diagnosed with manic depression; the memories about her are both fond and fierce, and I remember the good and the bad with equal vividness.

But while Mrs. Dietz wasn't around to witness my mother's Mr. Hyde side, neither was my mother in my classroom to administer her magic potion when my tickle got the worst of me. She sent me to school, doubtless because she didn't want to call off work, and I sat in my classroom asking to get a drink every few minutes, embarrassed by this cough that had taken over my body. My mom, I'm sure, was outside aiding other kids on the playground.

I don't remember what I had done wrong in class that day, but I do remember that I got into trouble with Mrs. Dietz somehow. Looking back on it now, I really wonder what this woman had against me, what horrible stories my mother told her, and how many of them were even true. In most of my classes prior to and after my sixth grade year, I was most often the teacher's pet. I made good grades (until seventh grade, then it all seemed pointless. I got back on track during my Junior year), paid attention, and I really didn't cause trouble, other than by the occasional fit of chattiness (who, me?).

But in Mrs. Dietz's class, all I had to do was clear my throat, and she was on me like chalk on a chalkboard.

So, apparently I cleared my throat on the day this killer sinus-drainage cough attacked, and I was stuck in the corner desk, ordered to put my head down and was told that I was not allowed to leave my seat for any reason, and I was not to raise my head.

Humiliation.

I sat at the desk with my head down, knowing that all eyes were upon me--the eyes of my best friend Dawn, and of the cool girls, Michelle and Tina, and of Mark Williams, who I loved and hated at the same time. And I tried, desperately I tried, to control that tickling cough that had taken me hostage.

Of course it didn't work. The harder I tried to keep from coughing, to fight that tickle, the more violently the cough came once it finally triumphed. And the fact that I had to sit there with my head down was sheer torture. The position allowed my nasal drip to travel down my nose, exit my nostrils, and slide to the tip of my nose until-drip, drip, drip--it was gathering in a pool on my desktop. I was scared to death to ask for a tissue, and I was embarrassed to tears to wipe the snot away with my arm; even if I had, the sheer volume of snot would never have been controlled by a little backhand wipe. And so I sat there, terrified that Mrs. Dietz would send me back to my seat, the string of mucus conspicuously connecting the tip of my nose to that disgusting puddle on my desk, and wishing desperately that some mercy would befall me.

Like most of my childhood traumatic memories, this one doesn't provide an ending for me. I don't remember how I got out of that situation, so it was either so uneventful that it doesn't register or it was so painful that I've blocked it from memory.

I just remember that terrible tickle and that incessant drip...drip...drip.

My family is currently dealing with that tickle and drip. My husband, the only one in the household currently unafflicted, says that our house sounds like one long echoing cough all night long. I've doled out the lemon juice and honey, the herbal cough syrup, the homeopathics and the eucalyptus chest rub. I've even gotten so desperate as to break out the Nyquil...AND give more than the recommended dosage when the recommended dosage didn't cut it.

We missed a long-anticipated visit from my brother-in-law and his wife and new baby daughter because of this cough, and we forfeited both of our homeschool support group meetings, piano lessons (would have been Sweetheart's first lesson), music appreciation class and bucket-making class. We also skipped a trip to the local festival's wooly-worm race and the old time fiddlin' today. We may have to forgo tomorrow's long-anticipated barn dance and Sunday's Harvest Dance, the first our "big town" has ever had.

But at least my kids don't have to sit in a tyrant's classroom while their noses drip onto a germ-infested wooden desk in the corner of the room. That's one of the great things about being a stay-at-home mom--I get to stay at home, especially when I'm needed. Plus, we cut out schooling for the week--that's one of the great things about homeschooling--and my kids still did some of their lessons, even though I told them they didn't have to. We've been cuddling up on the couch, watching Cosby Show DVDs and living on fresh bread, Ramen noodles and Nyquil.
It stinks to be sick, but at least we're all in this together, in the relative comfort of our own home.

A word of advice: start the elderberry/echinacea NOW. This thing's nasty as all get-out.

I'm off to dole out the Nyquil. I might have to go to the fruit cellar and open a new case.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Current Reading List

A Circle of Quiet asked for current reading lists. I tried to post this before but was thwarted by the evil BloggerBot.

Here are the books on our current reading list; this is a list of all the books being read by everyone. I didn't note who was reading what because several are being read by many of us:

1-2-3 magic /
by Phelan, Thomas W., 1943-

The amazing Mr. Franklin, or, The boy who read everything /
by Ashby, Ruth

American tall tales.
by Stoutenburg, Adrien

Applying algebra /
by McCabe, John L. P.

At the back of the North Wind;
by MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

B. Franklin, printer /
by Adler, David A.

Bard of Avon : the story of William Shakespeare /
by Stanley, Diane.

Beethoven : 1770-1827 /
by Koolbergen, Jeroen

Benjamin Franklin : a photo-biography /
by Riley, John, 1955-

Benjamin Franklin : a photo-illustrated biography /
by Usel, T. M.

Benjamin Franklin : writer, inventor, statesman /
by Nettleton, Pamela Hill

Benjamin Franklin, founding father and inventor /
by Foster, Leila Merrell

A child's history of the world,
by Hillyer, V. M. (Virgil Mores), 1875-1931.

Ferdinand Magellan /
by Hurwicz, Claude

Fizz, bubble & flash! : element explorations and atom adventures for hands-on science fun! /
by Brandolini, Anita J., 1956-

Formation of character /
by Mason, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Maria), 1842-1923

Galileo : astronomer and physicist /
by Doak, Robin S. (Robin Santos), 1963-

Galileo : on the shoulders of giants /
by Moriarty, Michael, 1941-

Galileo for kids : his life and ideas /
by Panchyk, Richard

Galileo Galilei : father of modern science /
by Hilliam, Rachel.

Galileo Galilei and the science of motion /
by Boerst, William J.

Handbook of nature-study.
by Comstock, Anna Botsford, 1854-1930.

The heroes.
by Kingsley, Charles, 1819-1875

Home education /
by Mason, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Maria), 1842-1923

How to read a book,
by Adler, Mortimer Jerome, 1902-

The Italian Renaissance.
by Marshall Cavendish Corporation

Leonardo da Vinci /
by Witteman, Barbara

Leonardo, beautiful dreamer /
by Byrd, Robert

Ludwig van Beethoven : musical pioneer /
by Greene, Carol.

Men of iron /
by Pyle, Howard, 1853-1911

Minn of the Mississippi,
by Holling, Holling Clancy.

The ordinary parent's guide to teaching reading /
by Wise, Jessie

Ourselves /
by Mason, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Maria), 1842-1923

Parents and children /
by Mason, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Maria), 1842-1923

A philosophy of education /
by Mason, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Maria), 1842-1923

Phonics pathways : clear steps to easy reading and perfect spelling /
by Hiskes, Dolores G.

The Pilgrim's Progress /
by Bunyan, John, 1628-1688.

The princess and the goblin /
by MacDonald, George, 1824-1905

Sailing alone around the world
by Slocum, Joshua, b. 1844.

School education /
by Mason, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Maria), 1842-1923

Science lab in a supermarket /
by Friedhoffer, Robert

The story of inventions /
by McHugh, Michael J.

The story of mankind /
by Van Loon, Hendrik Willem, 1882-1944.

Swallows and Amazons;
by Ransome, Arthur, 1884-1967

Tales from Shakespeare /
by Lamb, Charles, 1775-1834

Time lines : world history year by year since 1492 /

The timetables of history/
by Grun, Bernard

The voyage of Magellan.
by Humble, Richard.

The water-babies /
by Kingsley, Charles, 1819-1875

The well-educated mind : a guide to the classical education you never had /
by Bauer, S. Wise

The well-trained mind : a guide to classical education at home /
by Wise, Jessie

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Donating New and Used Curriculum to Katrina Homeschooling Families

From the Website:

"Hurricane Katrina And The Homeschool Community

In the aftermath of hurricane Katrina, many of you are rushing to send help to our friends in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama. The recovery and cleanup will be a very long process and there are things that will be needed in the future, but not immediately. This is why I am writing to you today.

Project Noah is a homeschooling ministry that helps homeschooling families in crisis. We only provide curriculum and school supplies to the families that come to us with crisis needs – whether it is because their home has burned, or been flooded, or the primary wage earner has been without work for an extended period of time, or other similar crisis, we try to help. We have been serving the homeschooling community for almost 5 years now and will continue as long as there are families in need.

Although some of you that receive this letter do not homeschool, you can still help. There will be a great need for school supplies, even the workbooks that you see at Sam’s Club and Wal-Mart will help.

The majority of homeschooling families in these states operate through their local churches. The churches, as well as the families, have lost much, including school books and school supplies. Having worked in the arena of these types of crisis for a number of years, I can tell you that these things are not on their minds right now. BUT…when they begin to think about these things, Project Noah wants to be able to have those things ready for them. All the things that we use throughout the course of our homeschooling year, books, calculators, rulers, notebooks, pens, pencils, erasers, teaching tapes, textbooks –these things will be needed, even lunchboxes, crayons, markers, and on and on and on.

If you would like to help us help these families in this unique nitch of need, we would be honored."

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Wooden Bucket Class
canoeing

Monday, September 26, 2005

Stream of Consciousness Whilst I Await Library Renewal

I have a huge list of books checked out from the library.
I don't want to return them; they now feel like they're my own.
I'm attempting to renew most of them via our online library service.
The service is having a hard time processing my request; I think I've overwhelmed it.
I wonder how many times I can renew these books before I absolutely have to return them.
I wonder how many people are waiting for these same books, which will make renewal impossible.
What will I do then?
How long will I have to wait before I get A Child's History of the World back into my clutches?
One month is not long enough to have a book.
I wonder how much it would cost to purchase all these books with which I've become attached.
I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to afford it.
Bard's biology textbook costs $72.00, and I had to pay for that, because they don't have it at the library.
Wouldn't it be nice if there were a home-ed budget?
Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could walk into a bookstore, like the library does, and spend a set amount on books each year?
I have such a long list of what I want.
I'd love to reward the kids for every thing they do with a new book.
When Bard was young, I'd reward her for reading a book by buying her a new book.
I once bought her Little Women and told her that if she read the whole thing, she could buy any book she wanted.
The renewal page on the library site just timed out; I guess it can't handle my renewal requests.
I'll try again.
I started a wishlist on Amazon. I've done this before.
I always hope I'll find the books used at a yard sale or a library sale.
Problem is, I rarely go to yard sales or library sales.
The library has accepted my renewal requests, so, for one more month, I have:

1-2-3 magic by Phelan, Thomas W.
The amazing Mr. Franklin, or, The boy who read everything by Ashby, Ruth
American tall tales by Stoutenburg, Adrien
Applying algebra by McCabe, John L. P
At the back of the North Wind by MacDonald, George
B. Franklin, printer by Adler, David A
Bard of Avon : the story of William Shakespeare by Stanley, Diane
Beethoven : 1770-1827 by Koolbergen, Jeroen
Benjamin Franklin : a photo-biography by Riley, John
Benjamin Franklin : a photo-illustrated biography by Usel, T.

Apparently, blogger thought I was taking too long, too. After entering the other gazillion books, it told me I had to log in first and ate the rest of my post.

Sigh.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Anthony and the Magic Picture Frame

Anthony and the Magic Picture Frame is a unique history book written by a father and his twelve-year-old son, Anthony, who travels through time and meets amazing people from history.

"I walked on the moon with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin. I played baseball with Lou Gehrig and Babe Ruth. I flew from New York to Paris with Charles Lindbergh. I was with the brave soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy on D-Day. I cried with survivors of the Holocaust. I watched battle-weary marines raise the American flag on Iwo Jima. I heard the first words to come out of Thomas Edison’s talking machine. I saw the glow of Edison’s first electric lamp. I met FDR. I saw Doctor Jonas Salk conquer polio, and I counted the dimes that made it possible. I crouched in the trenches during World War I. I stood in a breadline during the Great Depression. I crossed the Atlantic Ocean on a steamship one hundred years ago, when my great-grandfather first came to America; I walked with him through the doors to America on Ellis Island. I was with my great-grandfather the day he became an American.

I did it all by stepping through the Picture Frame on my bedroom wall.

My name is Anthony and I am twelve years old. This is my story."

Have you read this book? Seen it? Recommend it? I'd like to hear your input!

The Baby

"It's raining outside! It's going to be Christmas! And there's going to be presents. For me! And for you! And Dad! And Pop! And for everybody! It's going to be ALL Christmas ALL day!"

Bard recently mentioned that I should do a post focusing on each child in the family, telling about them and their abilities and interests. The two-year-old Baby's words this morning gave me the perfect jumping-off point for a post about her.

Have you ever seen the movie Prancer? The movie about the girl and her quest to save one of Santa's reindeer? You know how the little girl sings Christmas songs all year long?

That's The Baby.

Last year during the Christmas season, while we were shopping for gifts, she formed her first full sentences by singing Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Shortly afterwards, she added Frosty the Snowman, Jingle Bells and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. She sings them quite regularly.

Actually, she just loves to sing. She sings her ABC's, Twinkle Twinkle, Itsy Bitsy Spider and She'll Be Comin' 'Round the Mountain, though she wants me to skip the first couple of verses and get right to the part about chopping off the rooster's head and wearing pink pajamas. This summer, I got her accustomed to playing in the water at the lake by singing Comin' 'Round the Mountain, replacing the verses with things like, "She'll be swimmin' round in circles when she comes," and "she'll be kicking her feet when she comes." We swirled and danced and kicked around the lake, singing, blowing bubbles in the water, jumping up and down, and it soon became her favorite game.

The Baby's a smart one. She knows her ABC's and her numbers to twenty (except for that little bit about fourteen, fifteen and sixteen, which all sound pretty much the same coming from her little mouth), knows most of her colors, and can recite "One, Two, Buckle My Shoe" all the way to "my platter's empty!" but she prefers to stop at "9, 10" because she favors the "begin again" ending to the "big fat hen" middle.

Her first word was "duck," taught to her by her big sister Bard. The Baby had a little yellow duck on the bottom of her ruby slippers and learned to identify it with Bard's excellent coaching. Her second word was "boogie," which came with much force, the "b" getting stuck behind her lips until it would finally burst forward, the "oogie" rushing quickly behind, with the "ie" rising up an octave. That word came courtesy of Houdin.

Before she was verbal, she would get so excited about her surroundings that she would rotate her hands and feet in unison, round and round and round and round, attracting the attention of little old ladies everywhere we went.

Her favorite pasttimes are:
  • nursing
  • watching Franklin the Turtle on video
  • drawing armless, bodiless people with a pink marker
  • catching and holding baby chicks
  • swinging on the swing
  • picking flowers from the garden
  • running down the hill skipping "like Carrie" (from Little House on the Prairie)
  • eating broccoli, yogurt, carrots and cottage cheese
  • playing with her siblings
  • pointing out butterflies
  • sleeping with mama and daddy
  • carrying around her Kiki Cat she built with her grandma at Build-a-Bear
  • and is currently learning to use the potty (her idea, after watching Once Upon a Potty about four hundred times, much to her siblings' dismay).

Oh, and singing Christmas songs, of course.

Now she requires my attention. Kiki Cat is missing, and life just can't go on until she's found.

It's pronounced "MEEM"

Chris from The Big Yellow House posted this little history assignment.

1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five people to do the same.

The fifth line of my 23rd post reads:

"Years of prayer often felt worthless."

This line comes from my post about our dream for a home where we could extend a hand of hospitality to others, the vision that fed that dream, and the symbolism of the acorn in my life.

Like Chris, I'm not going to tag anyone. If you want to post the fifth line from your 23rd post, I'd love to read what it says, so leave me a comment if you do it.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Next Year's Garden

As the leaves begin to change, I find myself already thinking about next Spring's gardens. Last year at this time, we were focused on finishing our house. This Summer, we focused mostly on the outside. I started my little kitchen garden outside my kitchen door, which is the little door you can barely see on the left side of the porch. In it, I planted jalapenos, cherry tomatoes, Early Girl tomatoes, Big Boy tomatoes, several different herbs (cilantro, bush basil, marjoram, chives-chives-chives, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme--seriously!), a pot of nasturtiums and lots of marigolds. Along the side and front of the porch, the kids and I planted different herbs, some perennials, swiss chard, lots of tomatillos and lots of basil. In the front of the house, we planted a whole host of perennials, including Hollyhocks, Balloon Flowers, several different types of sage, butterfly flowers, hyssops and horehound, chamomile and echinacea, and a bunch of things I can't remember right now. Next year, I hope to revive my deep beds, filling them with onions, peas, lettuces, cilantro, broccoli, peppers, and whatever else I fancy. And I will move the tomatoes to a larger space ( I never allow enough room for tomatoes), create a Rabbitat with lettuce and nasturtium gardens for our bunnies, and plant a sunflower house like we did a few years ago.

I think I'll re-do the porch beds, moving the herbs and keeping the perennials, lining the beds with allysium and petunias. I think I'll like that neater look better.

And I plan to move the tea garden into our native wildflower area as soon as the flowers fall off.

Bard has bugged me for several years to create a "snacking and sipping garden" like the one proposed in Roots, Shoots, Buckets and Boots, so we'll carve out a spot for that. And I definitely want to plant a vine garden, filled with cucumbers, watermelons, canteloupes and pumpkins.

Are you thinking about next year's garden already?

Thursday, September 22, 2005

What's That You Say?

Sweetheart: "What does 'no comprendo' mean?"
Monet: "'I have no idea what you're saying.'"
Sweetheart: "What does 'no comprendo' mean?"
Monet: "'I have no idea what you're saying.'"
Sweetheart: "WHAT does 'NO COMPRENDO' mean?!?"
Monet: "'I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE SAYING'!"
Sweetheart: "WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT 'NO COMPRENDO' MEANS?!?"
All of us in unison: "'I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE SAYING'!"
Sweetheart: "Oooohhhh! I get it!"

Humility

Bard: "You should do special posts about each of us."
Me: "About what?"
Bard: "I don't know. Just telling how great we are."
Several seconds go by.
Bard: "Actually, you should just do one about me."

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

It's a MIRACLE!

I have to post this, because it's a photo of a rare moment. My kitchen is CLEAN and I have proof because my new friend Irene took a photo of my spotless space today during music appreciation class. So, when you come visit me, I just want to give you some idea what NOT to expect. :-)

Thanks, Irene!

Goodbye, Summer

Well, Fall has arrived and the days of summer are gone. Our local pool has been drained, removing any hope whatever that we'll veer into that parking lot on a whim when the kids yell from the back seat, "LET'S GO SWIMMING!"

It's time, instead, to get out the scarecrow's clothes, hang up the harvest wreaths, start eyeing the pumpkings, wondering how long they'll last if we carve them now and whether it really matters because, hey, wouldn't it be fun to carve them again?

It's time to run through the yard and try to catch a leaf before it hits the ground, touching something that has never before been touched by human hands.

It's time to get out the sweaters and put away the shorts, forget about the watermelon and start mulling the cider, put sunbathing behind us and start stoking the bonfires.

Autumn is my favorite time of the year. Summer may be over, but I'm still looking forward to our first camping trip, a few good bike rides, at least a couple of hikes and a shot at bobbing for apples.

What are your favorite things about Autumn?

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