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and I am still here.
Student teaching is rougher than I imagined, but as I do more actual teaching (as opposed to observing and being the “extra eyes” in the room) I am improving. Somewhat.
It is clear I have a long way to go, in both developing lessons and delivering them.
On the other hand, I am seeing progress, both in myself and in the students.
Seven more weeks to go in this go-round, then a quarter of being just a student again, and one more student teaching in the spring.
For now, we’ll assume it will go as planned.
Meantime in the family, we have two students in the same school again, although the elder son is more than half-time at the community college rather than high school. It is nice, though, to have one bus schedule (and school schedule) to remember for a bit.
Both in the band, both considering debate this year, both enjoying being with their friends after a long summer.
Meantime in the garden, we have squash! and apparently pumpkins. And swiss chard and lettuce, cucumbers, potatoes, various herbs and flowers, and in the wings, if they can outgrow the hungry baby slugs that finally appeared in the last month, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbages.
I was fortunate, the day after I wrote the previous post to have a lovely warm afternoon. I remade the scarf that didn’t turn out and improved the design as well as the color. Constant refinement, in arts as in life, provides both variety and opportunity. I didn’t take any pictures, though. Not enough time.
I am sure I am forgetting something.
The beautiful goldfinch that sat in the medlar last weekend while I worked on lesson plans?
The mists that hang heavy in the morning and many evenings already?
The long commutes most mornings that get me up three hours before the school I am teaching at begins? Or the long commutes most evenings that see me home sometime after everyone else is long ready for evening recreation?
It’s raining again, more than 6 inches since it began earlier this week. Soon the boggy area down by the road will fill with water and the frogs will stop singing. The maples will turn a brilliant yellow and the (non-native but now ubiquitous) sweetgum an eye-popping scarlet.
If we are lucky, there will be a few days of glorious sun while the colors are on the trees.
And then the landscape will rest, and bid us do the same.
Meantime, there is research to do, lessons to plan and deliver, and a family to tend.
So, the squash continue to grow well, and the pumpkins seem to not be falling off quite so rapidly since I added calcium carbonate. I think there is hope for a small, late crop.
Today, Tom and the elder stidkid worked very hard in the garden this morning while I was working on schoolwork (yes, already). Here are a few pics stidkid took, including some of me helping with the fence repair.
First, the lovely leaves and a couple of blossoms just unfurling:
Next, a view of the garden:
Me, helping Tom put up the last of the netting (instead of more permanent fencing, we are using deer netting for a year or two):
And mending a tear in the netting (who knew the wind was that powerful?):
And last but not least, the orchard that is just up the hill (west) of the garden. Not much fruit this year, but abundant lovely dappled shade.
This year, the plan was just to get the soils amended a bit, and re-make the beds. We have 22 autumn-winter plants to put in tomorrow or Tuesday, they will take up most of the remaining two beds. A sixth bed that runs along the west “wall” of the garden is still being re-made. I am not sure what I want to put in there, but am thinking that annuals of some sort would be a good idea, since that bed is easiest to work. Possibly I will use it for flowers in the summer, and cabbages in the winter…
I love planning my garden! So many possibilities! And what I don’t do this year, I may do next.
Well, it’s something that takes a while for me… I have been mulling things over all week. I have read articles on people making resolutions (for about a month pre-new year they appear in various publications), and goal-setting and such, and thought about them.A few days ago, I added an interesting widget to my site on the Cool Things page (or you can go directly to the website that hosts it: Joe’s Goals. It will help me track the things I am actually accomplishing each day and week. A bit of incentive, since now the whole world can see what I am up to — and what I actually manage to do. But I am holding back from actually making any promises about specific goals or resolutions for this year. Why? Because there are many uncertainties in my life right now, and I want to be consistent and steady, not new and improved.
Here’s what I think…
A lot of us make HUGE promises on a regular basis. We start the new year (or season or job or…) with the best intentions, we’re going to lose weight (or get a new job or declutter the garage or…), and when, after a couple weeks we lose steam and things don’t seem to happen as fast as we wish they would… everything sort of falls apart.
We give up too easily.
I am speaking here of people who are from the United States (though other cultures have similar heritage), with the social conditioning to work very hard without complaining and rely only on oneself: the puritans were strong believers in perfecting oneself. I think those of us from that cultural heritage are caught in an impossible trap. And it’s one that many spiritual and political leaders have perpetuated without thinking about the implications.
There are two flaws, two specific ways of thinking that both lead to the same result. The first is that if one doesn’t do what they said that all is lost. We can see this in children (and their parents) who fixate on making straight As… the first B that shows up on a report card collapses their plans and self-esteem. All-or-nothing thinking falls apart as soon as “all” becomes impossible.
The second error in thinking is that there will always be another day… another opportunity. The sad truth is that if I pass up this opportunity to stop and visit with a friend he may be gone the next time I have a chance. If I put off tilling the garden in March, it simply won’t be ready in April when it’s the best time to plant cabbages, and any cabbages I manage to get planted (late) will be small and bolt before they reach the right size. “Tomorrow” may NOT come, so I really should do what I can today (within reason, see below).
Both ways of thinking can lead to the same result: NOTHING.
I would much rather take the middle-road. Some would say I strive for mediocrity. Perhaps. But I manage to keep going, and even improving without making myself or the people around me miserable. Here’s how it works:
Anyway, that’s what I think. That’s why my resolutions are to maintain course this year, to maybe get a part-time job at some point to help finance children’s activities and art supplies, to be more diligent in stretching exercises to prevent injuries when I am working in the garden.
I hope you have a successful, prosperous new year!
I realized this week that I haven’t had the energy or inspiration for “art” in several months. My blog-babble friend, NRKII, is taking a break from her writer’s blog, and it made me take another look at my output and motivations.
While I still have the desire to write, I have completely lost the ability to even consider picking up a brush. Still, I was thinking I “had” to — or “ought” to… and it was making me miserable.
So I am officially on hiatus from card making, art projects or any other crafty projects for the time being. I need to regain the energy and enthusiasm so it’s fun, something I wake up looking forward to, instead of waking up in the middle of the night dreading.
Would I take a break if I were making any money from these projects? Probably not. If I were making money from it (and needed the money), then I would push through the discomfort somehow. Just as, every day, millions of people around the world go to jobs they don’t enjoy (if they ever did) because they need the money.
But I don’t make money from cards (other than things I “sold” to my mother — how pathetic is that?). Or paintings. Which has been fine, I have painted for the love of it.
And when I love it again, I will go back to it.
Blessedly uneventful. Was able to spend some time reading and catching up on email and news.
Well, pretty much. Was able to speak with school principal about something I was worried about. Was able to speak with specific teacher about the same something. We are all on the same page and matter should be resolved with luck before the end of the school year.
Tutoring own kid has its advantages… like using school time for the tutoring! Kid is almost caught up to the rest of the class. Another week may be enough.
Same kid forgot this was a Knowledge Bowl day, so I made an extra trip to the school to take a snack and some cash for the customary stop at Dairy Queen (the only time this kid ever goes places like that!). Decided to run some errands while I was halfway to town anyway, and won’t have to leave home tomorrow except for the tutoring.
Did I mention that he is almost caught up? This might be the last week I need to be at school on a regular basis.
Lovely dinner tonight, soup (chicken, hominy and chorizo sausage) and souffle (two layers, carrot and broccoli). Kid’s knowledge bowl team won the day’s event.
Tomorrow? hopefully I’ll have the energy to clean the house a bit. It got somewhat disheveled over the kids’ vacation!
Nothing ever goes according to plan.
I did spend a brief spell in town the day of my previous post… had a coupon for a free coffee and another for a discount on a book I wanted to get for one of the children’s birthdays. Just enough time to find the book, get the coffee and pick up the kids at school. So I thought.
Got to school just as the bell was ringing to let the kids out. Walked in and the secretaries practically jumped over the counter at me. “We’ve been trying to contact you!” “He hurt his arm on the playground…” “Might be nothing but you probably want a doctor to look at it.” The kid had actually left a message for me on the house answering machine just as I was heading out the driveway. And I wasn’t yet in cell-phone range.
Well none of those things are what a mother wants to hear. Guilt was the emotion of the day…
I took a look at the kid, bravely holding his arm close to his body, an icepack over the wrist, a friend carrying his fiddle case. I inspected the arm — no bruising, no real swelling, but he was pretty tender. So of course we canceled our other plans. I took time to go home and call the nurse to be sure it was okay to give the kid ibuprofen for the pain before I drove him in for x-ray. The other kid stayed home and took care of dogs.
Sure enough, it was a broken wrist.
Best kind, though, a torus fracture of the distal radius. That’s a sort of “splinter” break that doesn’t detach or get displaced much, on the thicker arm bone that attaches to the wrist near the thumb. He came home with a splint and instructions to take it easy. On adults a splint is usually enough to keep it immobilized. But a week later it was still tender to the touch, so the active, rambunctious child now sports a lovely blue cast. We go back next week for another follow-up.
That same night, the other child was playing in the pep band for the high school basketball team. Long-suffering spouse came home to get dinner and do taxi duty for that one while I was at the doctor’s. They had sandwiches at a restaurant on the way to the game, and had a great time. Though my beloved didn’t play high school sports, several of his siblings did, and he enjoyed going to games in high school.
When we were done with the medicos I took my brave child to one of his favorite restaurants. We really enjoyed our meal. Right up until I bit into the eggroll and realized they had changed their recipe to use beef… though I don’t think I actually swallowed any, within twenty minutes my tongue was swollen. By the time we got home the rest of me was pretty swollen too. Thank goodness for fast-acting antihistamines… Kid and I spent the evening sitting watching a good movie Zathura, being quiet, which is what we needed.
So after all our careful plans, putting off skiing until this last week (which was mid-winter break) he is not going to be able to ski this year at all. We had a quiet week at home instead. Seems like "quiet" is getting to be our middle name! But there will be other activities, other occasions.
And in the middle of the last two weeks we have had minor illnesses and slightly more than minor, a visit from a dear friend, a re-thinking of school schedules and classes, rain-hail-snow-lightning-sun showers (yes, all in the same day, several days!), and a trip to the Seattle Flower and Garden show… all of which will be blogged in increments!